ext_257908 ([identity profile] a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites 2010-05-30 11:24 am (UTC)

She clutched Miss Edith to her chest because she didn't know what else to do, clinging to the doll as if she was drowning and the tiny figure was the only thing keeping her afloat.

When the stake, such as it was, dropped to the floor, Drusilla sagged in relief and confusion. Her head was swimming. This had all happened so quickly and none of it was right. She couldn't read the things she needed to read.

"Nina?" she asked, pressing her face into Miss Edith's hair because she didn't think that the Angel Beast would want her to hide it in his shoulder. She couldn't stand this. She couldn't stand not knowing. Where was the Master? Too wrapped up in the Doctor. He couldn't have stopped this if he'd tried, but they were going to kill him and she needed to help. She was limp and defeated and confused.

"They're going to hurt him." She tried to pull away. Not away, not to escape, but to try and help someone who had been so good to her. "They can't hear it, so they're going to cut it out."

OOC: Completely fine!

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