RP: Taken Characters, Guidelines, App/Drop, Post Ideas, Questions
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Writing Sample:
Rose laughed and John smiled. She sat next to him and guided him as they traveled together. It was just like old times but brand new at the same time. Always an adventure as the beat up old truck took them wherever they wanted to go.
Rose sat unbuckled, legs dangling out the window, toes wiggling as the sun beamed down warming them. She leaned back into the headrest and glanced over at him. John caught her staring out the corner of his eye.
“What?” He asked, a smile touching the corners of his mouth as she smiled even larger, that smile was to die for.
“Nothing,” she said, flattening out the map as it lay unfurled on her lap. They were lost, even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud, they were undeniably lost and that just made her heart beat a little faster. She knew and he knew, but still it was a kept secret as she tried to plot a course along the unknown road.
“Then stop staring, I’m trying to drive here. You know, keep us on the road in one piece.” His arm snaked out and curled around her shoulders, pulling her even closer into his warmth. She felt the cool press of his jacket against her bare arms before it warmed to her body heat. Rose sneaked out her arm to press her fingers against his own, fingertips touching fingertips, and inwardly gasped at the sparks that flew from the softest of touch. The roughness of his skin was comforting, solid, real.
“Not imaginary,” she mumbled, keeping her eyes on the map.
“What?!” He moved his arm from underneath her head to turn down the music, Janis Joplin had been pulsing out from the speakers, diluting their words. He turned it so low that it was barely audible over the wind flying from the open windows.
“Nothing,” she laughed, shaking her head and not wanting this to end. Letting go of the map out the passenger window, she was doing just that. Never letting it go, never letting her Doctor go.
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