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hell_in_highheels) wrote2009-05-22 08:13 pm
hell_in_highheels) wrote2009-05-22 08:13 pm
[oom] With Your Shield Or On It
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There's a fumbling at the door and no small amount of cursing in some ancient tongue. The key jangles in the lock and River opens the door, closing it behind her with her hip.
She's cradling one hand against her chest and she looks like she's been crying.
Being angry is easier than acknowledging the ache in her chest, so she's going to go with angry. For just a little bit longer.
There's a fumbling at the door and no small amount of cursing in some ancient tongue. The key jangles in the lock and River opens the door, closing it behind her with her hip.
She's cradling one hand against her chest and she looks like she's been crying.
Being angry is easier than acknowledging the ache in her chest, so she's going to go with angry. For just a little bit longer.
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She settles for bringing his hand to her lips and kissing his fingers.
"Put your shoes on and you can show me where the Infirmary is."
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He lets her finish her own ministrations before he grabs his own boots.