Fic - Rain
Title - Rain
Rating - G
Charater/Pairing - Doctor/River Song
Spoilers - 4x09, 4x03
Author - delicateone
(crossposted to marriedoneday and dwfiction )
He tells her his name and the heavens open, rain falling down onto the parched orange earth beneath their feet as the twin suns shine brightly on the horizon. A confusion of colours arch across the sky and she repeats his name back to him, watching the water skim over his skin and drip from his eyelashes, his eyes desperate and ancient, wide and childlike. Such an impossible man, full of such contradictions, a wild, overblown festival with a silent, secret heart.
He smiles grimly at her. His name, not spoken for so very long, sounds wrong, so wrong when he says it, when he tells her it. But then she repeats it back to him, then he hears her voice and it's so very right it hurts. His smile broadens and he looks up into the rain, closing his eyes and feeling the warm water on his cold skin, feels it soaking through his shirt and suit and bones of him. It's been literally ages since he felt warm, felt this down to the very cells of his body.
She is so happy, standing with this strange, infuriating man, as she gets soaked with alien rain on an ancient, impossible planet. She looks at him and wonders for a moment; it looks like tears on his face, the rain. Like he's crying.
He looks back at her smiling at him.
He thinks of something he was once told.
'Your Song will soon end.'
He thinks about a tattered blue book full of memories.
He thinks about The Library.
Rating - G
Charater/Pairing - Doctor/River Song
Spoilers - 4x09, 4x03
Author - delicateone
(crossposted to marriedoneday and dwfiction )
He tells her his name and the heavens open, rain falling down onto the parched orange earth beneath their feet as the twin suns shine brightly on the horizon. A confusion of colours arch across the sky and she repeats his name back to him, watching the water skim over his skin and drip from his eyelashes, his eyes desperate and ancient, wide and childlike. Such an impossible man, full of such contradictions, a wild, overblown festival with a silent, secret heart.
He smiles grimly at her. His name, not spoken for so very long, sounds wrong, so wrong when he says it, when he tells her it. But then she repeats it back to him, then he hears her voice and it's so very right it hurts. His smile broadens and he looks up into the rain, closing his eyes and feeling the warm water on his cold skin, feels it soaking through his shirt and suit and bones of him. It's been literally ages since he felt warm, felt this down to the very cells of his body.
She is so happy, standing with this strange, infuriating man, as she gets soaked with alien rain on an ancient, impossible planet. She looks at him and wonders for a moment; it looks like tears on his face, the rain. Like he's crying.
He looks back at her smiling at him.
He thinks of something he was once told.
'Your Song will soon end.'
He thinks about a tattered blue book full of memories.
He thinks about The Library.