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River Song. Melody Pond. Our Lady of Spoilers ([info]hidethedamage) wrote in [info]portland_net,
@ 2014-06-03 21:46:00

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private to The Doctor
Could we, perhaps, one of these days, sit down and talk? I know it's exceptionally awkward having me around, but I would like to actually converse with you at some point. If you're willing.



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[info]hidethedamage
2014-06-05 02:23 am UTC (link)
I don't know. You're different this young. You could have felt differently, thus the offer. I do prefer NOT to be alone, considering, but I'd do so if you really wished it. Even though I'm not your wife yet, I am eventually.

I think the two of us will come to an odd sort of agreement, Jenny and I, one way or another. I'm not really the motherly type, but I can see myself being something nearer that than her friend, if the world turns on it's axis the way it should.

Oh? It feels like it sometimes. And it will in your future as well. He crushed me sometimes, but that's not the point. And yes, I know, people get hurt around both of us, get lost because of us, and it hurts so desperately. I often feel like I'm failing everyone. That I've failed so many people. But we keep going on, don't we? Somehow, we keep moving forward, or back, as the case may be.

Good. I'll be here, with bells on, as they say.

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