This is just lovely-delightfully written, and I loved your characterizations of River and Eleven! The banter was fantastic all throughout, sharp and fast and hilarious. I loved the Doctor being pretty unwell but unwilling to stay put, and River being all stern ^_^ Loved her catching him as he almost fell, and his perceptions of her-thinking it had been too fast at first, then recognizing it was indeed her at her sure and familiar way of handling his body. Just wonderful! I also loved the TARDIS creating a fake Asgard for them, with your descriptions of the change through the Doctor's perceptions, and River's cheerful explanation :D
I loved River asking about how he felt, and the fact that she didn't lie about the injection not hurting ;) The quiet, thoughtful moment between them was so very lovely-and I also loved River pointing out that the Doctor might not have run to the rescue since he knew he was aiming for a big temporal tipping point, and making it clear that she understood and accepted the Doctor's lifestyle, and agreed that he should keep it, but still she was concerned that he take it easy on himself just once in a while. Perfect balance between River's protective side and her understanding of the Doctor's character, her respect and love for what he is. And the pouting. XD Also, I did a squee everytime she called him "my love". Never getting enough of it.
Favourite lines: If he co-ordinated each movement with an outward breath, the Doctor found that the vertigo receded to manageable proportions.
“Okay. Just a small legs-related setback here, nobody panic. Normal service will resume-” “-tomorrow. Or even the day after.”
It’s…” - he struggled briefly for the correct noun, swallowed twice, and abandoned the attempt - “green. Help yourself.”
Through an ingenuity that reminded him, with painful abruptness, of her parents, River soon fashioned a recliner for him out of the upturned hamper and half a dozen pillows, which proved to be unreasonably comfortable.
The Doctor made a noise that, if transcribed, might well have been rendered as gnargh. “Not really a number, sweetie. Still, I think we have a rough idea. Hold on.”
By the time the first course was over, the moon had already begun its descent, and the sky was tinged in violet dawn. River’s boots lay discarded on a nearby rock as she let the sand pass through her bare toes; apparently oblivious to him, although the pensive hunch of her shoulders told otherwise. ♥♥♥
Her right thumb traced out his palm lines, gentle unwavering pressure.
Somewhere inside his head was an exceptionally brilliant retort. At present, however, he was damned if he could find it. “…shut up.”
And also and most of all, the whole ending. The ending lines were sheer beauty and took my breath away ♥ Thank you so much for sharing this! It's simply wonderful.
What a wonderful comment, thank you - and apologies for the lateness in replying. Struggling with connection issues in a rain-soaked corner of rural England. I have so much fun writing these two, and not just because they're my OTP. There's something about the way they talk to each other- genuine mutual affection wrapped in secrecy wrapped in about a dozen layers of snark- that's just a joy to try and replicate. Their story fascinates me too- the twistiness of it, the lies and the revisions and the trust that persists and even grows in spite of everything. And the idea that they can, however briefly, achieve a perfect understanding somewhere in the midst of their tangled timelines, is just so beautiful and tragic at the same time. Yes. They give me a great number of feelings, these two.
This so much… There are just a hundred nuances to convey in their interactions, and it's delightful ♥ And you completely did that justice, too! Nodding along to everything you said about them, besides. With a huge grin. My babies. Their history is so entangled-and being a sucker for angst and tragedy, well… ;)
Feelings everywhere! ;) Thanks for sharing the lovely fic!
I loved River asking about how he felt, and the fact that she didn't lie about the injection not hurting ;) The quiet, thoughtful moment between them was so very lovely-and I also loved River pointing out that the Doctor might not have run to the rescue since he knew he was aiming for a big temporal tipping point, and making it clear that she understood and accepted the Doctor's lifestyle, and agreed that he should keep it, but still she was concerned that he take it easy on himself just once in a while. Perfect balance between River's protective side and her understanding of the Doctor's character, her respect and love for what he is. And the pouting. XD Also, I did a squee everytime she called him "my love". Never getting enough of it.
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If he co-ordinated each movement with an outward breath, the Doctor found that the vertigo receded to manageable proportions.
“Okay. Just a small legs-related setback here, nobody panic. Normal service will resume-”
“-tomorrow. Or even the day after.”
It’s…” - he struggled briefly for the correct noun, swallowed twice, and abandoned the attempt - “green. Help yourself.”
Through an ingenuity that reminded him, with painful abruptness, of her parents, River soon fashioned a recliner for him out of the upturned hamper and half a dozen pillows, which proved to be unreasonably comfortable.
The Doctor made a noise that, if transcribed, might well have been rendered as gnargh.
“Not really a number, sweetie. Still, I think we have a rough idea. Hold on.”
By the time the first course was over, the moon had already begun its descent, and the sky was tinged in violet dawn. River’s boots lay discarded on a nearby rock as she let the sand pass through her bare toes; apparently oblivious to him, although the pensive hunch of her shoulders told otherwise.
♥♥♥
Her right thumb traced out his palm lines, gentle unwavering pressure.
Somewhere inside his head was an exceptionally brilliant retort. At present, however, he was damned if he could find it. “…shut up.”
And also and most of all, the whole ending. The ending lines were sheer beauty and took my breath away ♥ Thank you so much for sharing this! It's simply wonderful.
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I have so much fun writing these two, and not just because they're my OTP. There's something about the way they talk to each other- genuine mutual affection wrapped in secrecy wrapped in about a dozen layers of snark- that's just a joy to try and replicate.
Their story fascinates me too- the twistiness of it, the lies and the revisions and the trust that persists and even grows in spite of everything. And the idea that they can, however briefly, achieve a perfect understanding somewhere in the midst of their tangled timelines, is just so beautiful and tragic at the same time.
Yes. They give me a great number of feelings, these two.
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This so much… There are just a hundred nuances to convey in their interactions, and it's delightful ♥ And you completely did that justice, too! Nodding along to everything you said about them, besides. With a huge grin. My babies. Their history is so entangled-and being a sucker for angst and tragedy, well… ;)
Feelings everywhere! ;) Thanks for sharing the lovely fic!
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