#meet me under the clocks at flinders st ... arc/verse2/mfmm tie in

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❝ ... The ghost of Frederick Federici, oh come on darling! You must have heard of it, you're the local here ... you know, famous opera singer, it's closing night on a production of Faust, he's playing the demon Mephistopheles rather than his usual role as Valetin and then they drop the trapdoor, he descends and it's curtains in more than one way... ❞  She trailed off, shooting Mac a smug little smile, so terribly proud of her little double entendre.

. ❝ it's the same costume. I'm sure. ❞ 

@drmacmillan 🩷'd // accepting.

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❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

She grinned through the pain, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Mac's ear. Perhaps her warnings came with a reason. River had spent her life running, one adventure after the other. Anything that held an ounce of permanence was almost completely disregarded for the next most exciting thing to come her way.

—— But life here, with Mac? Was full of endless summer days and evenings spent by a dying hearth. She loved every second of it too, almost as much as she loved running about town with their very best friend, Phryne. Perhaps it was time to slow down. Yes, she could do that.

. ❝ Doctor's orders, is it? ❞

meme I can't find // not accepting.

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2pm precisely. Bad form for a time traveller to be late after all. Battered brown suitcase in one arm, coat tucked neatly through the handle, her free hand reaching for her one of her wife's. ❝ Phryne sends her regards. ❞ 

@drmacmillan ♡'d

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A carefully timed sip, delaying the time it took before she could answer.  ❝ I meant it as a figure of speech. Though I suppose, anything's possible .... Even extraterrestrials. ❞

@drmacmillan / accepting.

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“there’s that biting sense of humor that i always adored.”

She rolled her eyes, a sigh of exasperation escaping her. ❝ I suppose you just bring out that side of me darling. ❞ She leaned over to press a quick kiss to her wife's lips. ❝ How was your day? ❞

THEY’RE CREEPY AND THEY’RE KOOKY / no longer accepting.

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❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

Orbost - 1939. Snowy River Country in the middle of a summer heatwave was nothing like it's namesake. Seated on a flat boulder by the river's edge, a quaint little picnic blanket underneath the pair of them, River was completely at peace with the world. For a moment, she said nothing, eyes closed, lips curling into a smile as she sunned herself on the dappled patches of light peeking through the treetops high above. She never expected to find the simple life quite so appealing, away from the city, Melbourne's social scene and it's criminal underbelly that she and Phryne were always getting caught up in ... it seemed so far away now. A curious thought crossed her mind, one she had from time to time, but never really felt as wholeheartedly as she did now; the thought she could have an ordinary life and still find it fulfilling. They could move here. Buy a patch of land besides the river, where the ferns hungrily stretched their tendrils to drink from the waters edge and the rain fell hot on a rusted tin roof. Mac could open a practice. She could dabble in an art gallery or join the historic society, something to keep her occupied during the day. In the evening's they'd sit outside under the stars and find it strange that she had ever traversed the space between those little spots of light, when she could have been here with Mac that entire time instead. They could go on living like that forever ... Well, one of them could.

River's eyes flickered open, the moment lost, dismissed as no more than a silly notion. She leaned over and placed a kiss to Mac's cheek. . ❝ Darling, when don't I? ❞ An escape to the countryside. Yes. what a marvellous idea. Too good to make a lifetime of it.

meme I can't find // not accepting.

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tag dump ( cringe )

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Not since 1888 had the Princess Theatre dared to plaster it's front facade with posters of Faust. Which wasn't quite as meaningful when you considered how superstitious theatre folk could be, but didn't it lend a delicious sense of foreboding to the air?

She laughed, linking her arm through one of Mac's, the cool afternoon breeze rifling through the sleeves of her dress even here under the 'safety' of the awning. ❝ Ah, I see, of course. And what would you prescribe to someone who might simply want to enjoy a night out at the theatre with her wife? Two tickets perhaps? ❞

"It's nothing but a story meant to scare children," She countered, eyeing River in fond exasperation. "Or dissuade them from attending the opera," she continued in amusement. Not that she can think of a single child eager to spend their time at one.

She rolled her eyes at the double entendre. "Ha, ha," came her dry chuckle. "That may be." Mac knew better than to distrust her partner''s observational skills. "However, I'm a medical doctor, and last I checked, the costume hasn't harmed anyone."