River Song (
songofsong) wrote2015-12-26 10:12 pm
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Cancellations (for bowtimeandspace)
After finding herself caught up in the wrong TARDIS (and the wrong Doctor,) River makes her way outside, back under the nighttime sky of Calderon Beta. She doesn't want to be late for Darillium, after all. It's taken her long enough to convince him to visit, and the last time they tried the restaurant had been suddenly under refurbishment. She leans against the TARDIS, folding her arms against the cool night air and smiling as she looks up at the sky, knowing soon it'll become a most magnificent canvas of stars that would light up the planet.
She hears the door open, and glances aside, smiling when she sees her top-hatted Doctor step on out of the TARDIS. "That takes me back," she says, as he joins her. "Seeing you in that suit. Our first night. Do you remember that?"
She hears the door open, and glances aside, smiling when she sees her top-hatted Doctor step on out of the TARDIS. "That takes me back," she says, as he joins her. "Seeing you in that suit. Our first night. Do you remember that?"
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And then the smile is back, painted into place as he turns around, opening his arms.
"How could I forget?"
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"Think we can wait a few minutes?" she asks. "I'll never tire of seeing this sky."
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They've got all the time in the world, or at least that's what he wants to say, but it doesn't fee that way, it feels as though he's pushing ever closer to a precipice that once over, he can't come back from.
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"Oh! It's starting!" she gasps, grabbing hold of his arm, a beaming smile on her face. She remembers this as clear as yesterday, or today, to be more accurate. Somewhere in the tree, she's seeing this sky for the first time, little does she know, she's now seeing it for the last.
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His gaze turns away. Away from the stars and towards her. She never notices it, of course, never has. Always looking at those stars, never seeing how his gaze falls and his hearts seem a little tighter in hi chest.
"It's beautiful," he says. A whisper, as he looks at her.
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She studies him with a curious smile, trying to work out why he would ever look at her when there's something so much more important happening around them.
"Doctor, it'll be over soon," she warns him, reminding him to take the time to cherish this before it all fades.
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"I know it will," he responds, but he's all but forgotten the stars, and for him it isn't that. For him, their days are numbered, and how many left? How many times now that he's tried to avoid this night, the one they keep circling back to, the one he knows has to happen.
But not yet. Maybe not yet.
"You know we should go," he says, a sudden brightness in his voice, whether forced or not. "I had an invite to a party. A ball! Well I say invite, more I heard one was happening and we could crash it but it's all the same thing isn't it."
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"But.. Darillium? We're going to the Singing Towers, aren't we? I thought you'd booked - "
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He's not ready. He's just not. Take her and that's it. It's a line drawn. If he doesn't there's always once more. Always one more time he has to see her, one last trip they have to take. He isn't ready to take that away from himself. Not yet.
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"But you promised," she says with a small pout, leaning on the emotion a little, trying to wrangle things back in her favour as she so often can. "You know how hard it is to book a table at that place."
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"Yes yes and we'll still go, dear. I've got a time machine, I can get us a table whenever we want." Of course that's an excuse that'll be easily forgotten the next time he's making up reasons that they can't go.
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"Alright," she relents. "This ball, then? Where is it?" She at least wants to get excited for their new plans - a ball does sound exciting, especially one they're going to gatecrash.
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He doesn't know, but that sounds good, doesn't it? Sounds about right. Right up their street. The rest they can work out along the way.
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She shrugs lightly, distracting herself a moment by checking her dress is still sitting well. "Well, it's a start, I suppose," she says absently. "But it'd better be good." He has to make it up to her, and she smiles a little wider at the prospect of that. It could make tonight all the more entertaining.
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He's doing a good show of it, at least, a good show of grinning and smiling. Maybe he'll be happier soon. Maybe.
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"I suppose you do," she says nostalgically, fondly remembering her first time seeing this sky, and that first night they spent together. To think, they're there right now in the tree above them, embarking on a relationship that would change her life forever.