for theatrical_muse... What do you command?

“The Himalayas.”

“Well, to be entirely accurate, Kangchenjunga.”

“Great. You lot have fun.”

“What do you mean 'you lot'? You're going with us, Owen.”

“I don't hike.”

“I don't care.”

“I don't climb snowy mountain ranges.”

“I still don't care.”

“I get extremely moody when I get too cold.”

“So, just a typical day in the office then, yeah?”

“Gwen.”

Her eyes shot up from the screen of her console, and she stared at him with an even gaze. It wasn't a look she was used to giving him – all of this, it was all new. A few weeks ago, they'd been shagging, joking, playing. A few weeks ago, she hadn't been his boss, capable of telling him what to do. ( She'd been the new girl for so long, it hadn't occurred to her she'd ever be anything different. )

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Muse: Gwen Cooper, Torchwood
Prompt: #320 - What do you command?
Verse: Open Verse
Word Count: 517

Because Gwen-mun loves a meme bandwagon, especially one she is late to

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1. The Cardiff night rests heavily over the city.

2. It never ceases to amaze her, really, how people so easily forget.

3. The gunfire broke the air around them.

4. She remembered being that cold and scared once.

5. “What the bloody hell are you doing in here?”