othermewriter

othermewriter

lostwolfchats

“Didn't think I was going to make it!” As I step into his view he shouts, “It's that man again!” and I wonder what he is on about.

“He's my good luck charm! Come in! Don't be shy! You came by just as I thought I was done for.”

The stuffy woman states, “Any friendship expressed by the Duke of Manhattan does not constitute a form of legal contract.”

I nod at her odd statement as the Duke states, “Winch me up” and I watch as he gives me a thumbs up. The stuffy woman near him presses a button on a remote and the bed tilts forwards and he states in delight “Ah! Look at me! No sign of infection! Petrifold Regression! Turning to stone I was and now every trace gone!”

It all seems rather surreal as a waiter comes by and asks, “Champagne, sir?”

catyuy

( Dragons )
( Valenth creatures )

earlgreytea68

Brem, in a disaster-preparation mood, went rummaging through the Christmas decorations stored in the TARDIS’s equivalent of an attic and mounted the mistletoe over his door. Fortuna, still so young that she slept in a cot, still so new to TARDIS life that she followed her older brother everywhere in adoration, watched him.

“It’s mistletoe,” she pointed out.

“It deters werewolves,” replied Brem.

“It’s mistletoe,” she said again, stubbornly.

Brem looked down at her, where she sat with a bottle in one hand and her cherished frog finger puppet in the other, and decided to let her kiss his cheek.