"He'll do." She'd meant the one who danced on the lamppost, but Elvis - she
thinks he's called - is rather dashing himself. Rebekah curls up, kicking
off her shoes and tucking her legs beneath her. "Do you think there's a way
to stop this place? From snatching us, that is."
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Date: 2013-10-18 11:44 pm (UTC)"He'll do." She'd meant the one who danced on the lamppost, but Elvis - she thinks he's called - is rather dashing himself. Rebekah curls up, kicking off her shoes and tucking her legs beneath her. "Do you think there's a way to stop this place? From snatching us, that is."