Die for Me meme

[amuse_box]

 THE DIE FOR ME! MEME

- post with your characters (no, it doesn't have to be one per comment)
- the character that responds has just taken a mortal blow for your character
- play out the horrifically heart-shattering aftermath
- prepare your tissues for ULTIMATE CRIES

 
borrowed from here at towerofjamjars 

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[ambitious_woman]

At first, an unexpected silence follows. It makes little sense, really, and it takes several moments for Reinette to process it. How could there possibly be silence when only seconds before there had been the sound of screaming and whimpering glass. Even the Doctor's voice, shouting and in procession of a hard edge she had not heard in some years now. So much chaos. So much noise.

And then nothing.

The world shifts, then. The blanket of darkness that muffled the world slowly peeling away. It is only then realizes it came in the form of the Doctor himself. He sought to protect her, somehow. Ridiculous, impossible--

Reinette straightens, her gaze falling on the ragged tear in her companions side. She moves towards him, hand instinctively closing over it.

One word.

"Doctor."

[rude_not_ginger]

"I'm fine." There are lies and then there are lies and then there is this. There's no noise outside. Something's changed, something's altered. Something's made the Reavers leave. But why would they leave? They had no reason to---

He looks down at his side and pulls the fabric of his coat aside. There is glass embedded in his side. A large hunk of glass in his side. He swallows and looks down at it, startled. He's been shot before, he's died of gunshot wounds before, but this---this is different. It's downright frightening. He can see it sticking out of him. He can see---

"They weren't after you," he says, suddenly. "It was me."

[ambitious_woman]

"Hush."

It is a gentle word fashioned into a command, one that is not open to argument. Of course, Reinette suspects that even now it will not prevent him from trying all the same.

The glass in his side nicks her hand as well, but she cannot be bothered by such small things. Still, Reinette recognizes that there is no way for her to physically cover the wound. The realization leaves her feeling frustrated.

And small. It is not an emotion she is accustomed to managing. Pushing it aside she attempts to guide him towards a settee, even as she commands her staff to leave. Whatever the threat, it is now gone. And she would not have them hovering about them, choking whatever air she managed to take in.