𝙄𝙑𝙔 ❜⠀❫⠀───⠀❝ 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 ❞
˒⠀𝘈 𝘌𝘓𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘌 𝘉𝘙𝘐𝘋𝘎𝘌𝘙𝘛𝘖𝘕 𝘍𝘈𝘕𝘍𝘐𝘊. . . ▬⠀⤸
✧ ┊ ❝ Stop you putting roots in
my dreamland My house of
stone, your ivy grows And
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ㅤㅤㅤLovell Abbott didn't care if she sound vain but she loved her life. The perks of living in the south west of England meant that the ocean was only a stones throw away and the forest only 15 minute walk. Her farther owned enough land that Lovell could run, jump, dance, and lay around without a single eye on her, it also meant she could do it all completely barefoot. Her parents didn't mind, they would even encourage her to do so.
ㅤㅤㅤHer father, Edward Abbott was an accomplished composer. He had created music for operas and ballets but when Lovell was just two years old, his father died. Which meant his land, and all his money, was Edwards. Not that they didn't have money before hand but they had a lot more now.
ㅤㅤㅤLovell's mother as a prima ballerina. She was preforming in the Royal London's Ballet version on The Red Shoes when she had met Edward. Very quickly after that she was more mother than ballerina, and she never went on stage again. She missed it often but it wasn't something a lady of high status was aloud to do. Instead her audience consisted of Edward on the piano and the big brown eyes Lovell, happily watching her mother dance.
ㅤㅤㅤLovell would never forget where she was when she heard her mother screaming. It was a surprisingly sunny day in winter, being closer to the sea the cold always had a nip to it, but today it was just warm enough to sit in the garden. The night time dew making her light blue dress damp as she read The Rosicrucian. It was just as Ginotti was about to reveal his experiments that she herd her mothers cry. Without thinking she dropped the book on the wet grass and ran. Through the gardens, into the library, through the kitchen and the bending halls, and finally into her fathers office.
ㅤㅤㅤ"Call for the Doctor!" Her mother shouted to one of the butlers, who then ran as fast as he could. "My love!" She cried out. She held onto Lovell's fathers body, her arms wrapped around his chest as he lead limply on the cold wooden floor. "My love." She repeated, this time just to him, just for him.
ㅤㅤㅤLovell knelt down next to his body, her mother on the other side. Her hand hovered over his but she couldn't take it. The cold air coming form his body acted like a shield, one she couldn't penetrate.
ㅤㅤㅤThe two stayed like that, even after the Doctor had gone.
ㅤㅤㅤEdward Abbott died that sunny winter day and so did any freedom Lovell had.
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