untitled rory, river drabble
I’m somehow writing two unusually long (well, for me) fics at the same time… And yet, this drabble happened. I tried to give it a plot and make it longer, but that didn’t work. I wonder why... XD
So… have River and bowtie!Rory. 100 words. G.
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”Right,” said Rory, and shortly thereafter, ”Right.”
“Right,” River supplied, fiddling with the bowtie. Her fingers kept brushing his Adam’s apple and it was not entirely pleasant.
“Can’t I… get into character?”
“Sweetheart, I hardly think another minute will make pretending to be a few millennia old alien any easier.”
“Right. I’ll settle for being quite, quite mad, then.”
The corners of River’s mouth twitched upward, and he really did not want to know what she was thinking about. Thankfully, all she said was, “That’ll do.” She gave the tie another miniscule tug sideways, leaned back. “And that will do.”
So… have River and bowtie!Rory. 100 words. G.
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”Right,” said Rory, and shortly thereafter, ”Right.”
“Right,” River supplied, fiddling with the bowtie. Her fingers kept brushing his Adam’s apple and it was not entirely pleasant.
“Can’t I… get into character?”
“Sweetheart, I hardly think another minute will make pretending to be a few millennia old alien any easier.”
“Right. I’ll settle for being quite, quite mad, then.”
The corners of River’s mouth twitched upward, and he really did not want to know what she was thinking about. Thankfully, all she said was, “That’ll do.” She gave the tie another miniscule tug sideways, leaned back. “And that will do.”