RE: The Angels Take Manhattan.

[fairytaled]

Sequels.

[ "How it ends?" Still here, Mun. ]

Comments

[mycroft_holmes]

[Mycroft stares at his umbrella.]

You've simply proved my point: All lives end; all hearts are broken; caring is not an advantage.

[fairytaled]

I'd say caring is a good advantage when someone wants to... I don't know, be happy?

[mycroft_holmes]

[Now Mycroft looks amused.]

Sentiment is over-valued. And you speak as though happiness is something worthy to be attained.

[timesnewroman]

Right. Sequels.

...How do you suppose he's taking it?

[fairytaled]

I'm not too sure.

[ A very weary smile, but it's eased with a brief pause. ]

He won't be alone, he wouldn't dare.

[ofdrumsthesound]

I'm sure he'll see you again.

[fairytaled]

One way or another, I really think so. He's a meddler.

[ofdrumsthesound]

Yeah . . . and there's always the possibility of Heaven, I suppose.

[comeonthensexy]

You two will have loads of them. Even if they're not shown or written down. They'll be important all the same.

[ Amy and Rory Pond are always important. ]

[fairytaled]

[ There's something startled hidden in her eyes. She should know, being here, that someone like the Doctor could pop up like that. The spark of a star, or a shooting star. Blazing on by and leaving Amelia Williams to cup up her hands, murmuring a wish.

Be safe, or better yet, don't be too stupid. Stay extraordinary, as you are and keep your bowtie on straight.

But this place... it just startles you, at times. A bit jump scare. Her expression is glassy, but god, does she smile. It's a big smile, pushing into a grin when she releases the smallest laugh. She has been choking on it. ]

TARDIS or not, still loads of adventure. That's my style.

[comeonthensexy]

Yes, it is. Amy Pond from Leadworth.

[ Her smile is contagious, even if it hurts. He can't help but return it even if he feels constantly close to tears, and something in him crumbles as he reaches out to pull her into a hug. ]

You will be brilliant.