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River Song ([personal profile] 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?"
bowtimeandspace: (white tie thoughtful)

[personal profile] bowtimeandspace 2015-12-26 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
When he steps out, it's silently so, and he stands there a moment, gently clicking the door shut, his fingers still wrapped gently around the small metal handle. He closes his eyes, his back still to her as he takes a deep breath whilst she still can't see.

And then the smile is back, painted into place as he turns around, opening his arms.

"How could I forget?"
bowtimeandspace: (white tie confused)

[personal profile] bowtimeandspace 2015-12-26 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Long as you like," he responds. Of course that might be as long as she likes as long as it isn't within viewing distance of their past selves. It's already messy enough as it is and they could really do without that.

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.
bowtimeandspace: (river dressed up)

[personal profile] bowtimeandspace 2015-12-26 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
The Doctor looks up, but it doesn't last long. These stars? This moment? He's seen it all before. Each time they've been here, and more than once, the stars always twinkle and shine. But she? She always shines brighter still.

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.
bowtimeandspace: (.river } who you are)

[personal profile] bowtimeandspace 2015-12-26 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
It isn't only a blade that can cut. Ice, sharp, into his hearts. he feels it now, like a vice gripping, destroying.

"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."
bowtimeandspace: (white tie straighten)

[personal profile] bowtimeandspace 2015-12-26 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh it'll be there another time," he says, dismissive as though it's nothing. He almost thinks he sounds convincing. "Who needs a restaurant when there's a ball eh? Eh! Just think of the trouble you could cause there."

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.
bowtimeandspace: (Default)

[personal profile] bowtimeandspace 2015-12-27 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't look at her, because if he does he's too worried he'll see her sad as she looks back at him. Well, sad or manipulative, trying to tug on his heart strings. He has too many of those.

"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.
bowtimeandspace: (looking at you)

[personal profile] bowtimeandspace 2015-12-27 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know. A place! A planet. Somewhere new. With lots of corridors and some sort of distaster we need to avert in twenty five minutes or Christmas'll be cancelled."

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.
bowtimeandspace: (white tie straighten)

[personal profile] bowtimeandspace 2015-12-27 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"A start!" he scoffs. "Hah!" It's more than a start, Professor Song. It's spectacular. At the very least. I always try and start off with spectacular."

He's doing a good show of it, at least, a good show of grinning and smiling. Maybe he'll be happier soon. Maybe.