Tagging for my roleplaying character and we all know bella loves mace.
Aww yis
I’ve reached 2,600 followers! I couldn’t think of just how to thank all of you for sticking around through this madness and deciding to follow me at all so I thought I should do a promo contest. It’s what people normally do but I want you to know that you all are absolutely amazing and I can’t thank you enough for following me. You truly bring light to my life.
Rules
- This post must reach at least 20 notes for me to do this.
- You must be following me. [I will be checking.]
- Reblogs only, likes do not count.
- Winners will be chosen at random, so reblog however many times you would like.
- I’ll be closing this 31 May
Prizes
- 1 person will win their blog linked to my sidebar for a week and a promotional post
- 10 Winners will receive screen shot promos
- 5 winners will receive link promos
- 2 winners will recieve a custom gifset of their choice
“Survived and died. Gave life to me.” Seraphina sings out, head tilting. “Though, I do not know if I am your Corsair. Threads that make a rope fray for her. So many versions of us.”
“I do not think you are her.” Romana said. No this Corsair was off her rocker. “If she died to give birth to you then what name do you go by?”
“…You know I do…” He closed his eyes, his brows furrowed again, “I…” he looked down, blood tears forming in his eyes, “Even if it doesn’t beat…I hold you in my heart…no matter what…”
Walking over to him, she placed her hand against the tears and kissed them away. Her eyes closed. “My love ..I’m sor..” She started to apologize but the pain had her on her knees.
He stopped her from falling all the way, ” Darling…darling what is wrong?” He looked at her, his hand coming to rest against her cheek gently.
“It hurts.” She looked at herself, seeing blood drip down the inside of her legs. “But I think I need to get to the hospital. I’m sorry for earlier.”
He looked at the marks, he looked away from them almost straight away, “I would never do such a thing to you…” He said quietly.
“You think I’m lying?” She asked him. “I wouldn’t. I was so happy, you weren’t. Do you love me? Do you want this baby?”
“…You know I do…” He closed his eyes, his brows furrowed again, “I…” he looked down, blood tears forming in his eyes, “Even if it doesn’t beat…I hold you in my heart…no matter what…”
Walking over to him, she placed her hand against the tears and kissed them away. Her eyes closed. “My love ..I’m sor..” She started to apologize but the pain had her on her knees.
At her words his stern expression fell into hurt, “Wh-what? Why would you think that?” He turned to her, his brows furrowed. “It’s…it’s not true…”
“You don’t remember much of it do you?” She asked and took a deep breathe. “Of the past few days I mean.” She sighed and closed her eyes. “You were hurtful.” Pulling the sleeves up on her dress she showed him the marks.
He looked at the marks, he looked away from them almost straight away, “I would never do such a thing to you…” He said quietly.
“You think I’m lying?” She asked him. “I wouldn’t. I was so happy, you weren’t. Do you love me? Do you want this baby?”
He heard her voice, he frowned before he sat up, “Why would you think that would make me feel remotely better?”
“Its not to make you feel better.” She said and looked away. “You obviously don’t care what happens. I wonder if you ever loved me.” She said and sighed. “I have made the appointment. I can cancel it later if you change your mind but I have a feeling you won’t.”
At her words his stern expression fell into hurt, “Wh-what? Why would you think that?” He turned to her, his brows furrowed. “It’s…it’s not true…”
“You don’t remember much of it do you?” She asked and took a deep breathe. “Of the past few days I mean.” She sighed and closed her eyes. “You were hurtful.” Pulling the sleeves up on her dress she showed him the marks.
The TARDIS Console Room through the Years
The Doctor. In the TARDIS. Next stop—everywhere.
He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he sat down again, running his hand over the surface of the water, watching how it rippled beneath his fingers.
She walked back outside. “I will get rid of the child if it will make you feel better.” She said to him and bit her lip.
He heard her voice, he frowned before he sat up, “Why would you think that would make me feel remotely better?”
“Its not to make you feel better.” She said and looked away. “You obviously don’t care what happens. I wonder if you ever loved me.” She said and sighed. “I have made the appointment. I can cancel it later if you change your mind but I have a feeling you won’t.”
