Date: 2013-09-16 04:38 am (UTC)
makingsouffles: (❋ sell my sorry soul)
[Oswin rests her head on his shoulder, a hand pressed to his chest over his hearts. She's fading, she can feel it. And she's terrified, so scared to actually die, to lose her second chance.

To lose her family.]


...My Doctor... [She murmurs and if you didn't know, she'd merely sound sleepy, like she always did before when they had laid like this.] Don't let it stay that way.
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