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[vsenyatargaryen]

River Song appreciation week || day 1 ~ favourite scene/episode @riversongsource

[taiey]

@riversongsource river song appreciation week: still day 4, favourite trait but part 2

confidence

[rocketarts]

@riversongsource River Song Appreciation Week: day 1 - favourite episode(s), the Impossible Astronaut & Day of the Moon

[spacewives-in-spacetime]

@riversongsource river song appreciation week: day 2 - favorite quote

[queerrocket]

@riversongsource River Song Appreciation Week: day 2 - favourite quote,

I made him. How? It took a while. So you were a friend of his then? A little more then a friend, a long time ago.

He takes her to a planet alone in the sky, old and ancient and so alone, stars so far away and moonless, they’d need torchlight to see during the night. But he takes her during the day when the planet's sole companion, it's only sun, is high in the sky. His hand intertwined with hers as she smiles, tugging him through the foliage, grass waist high and soft, like wading through feathers, River nearly skipping and he laughs too, his hands grasping for her waist. 

They’re high on a planet saved and he lifts her up, twirls her around, his coat tails flaring and her hair catches golden in the sunlight. Magic, he thinks and then tells her and she kisses him, small hands curling in his hair as he sets her back on her feet, responding eagerly to her touch. 

“My wife,” he says in Gallifreyan.

“Husband,” she echoes in his language made theirs, made her own. He falls back against the grassy bed and tugs her down on top of him, all warm and golden and perfect. 

He looks into her eyes, green and alight with time, so much like his ship it makes him dizzy. He reaches up to tuck a curl behind her ear, made breathless by the confession tucked behind his teeth. 

“Sweetie?” River asks, tilts her head, her hand carding through his hair. His hand cups her jaw, draws her down, brushes his lips against hers, her jaw, the shell of her ear. 

And then he speaks a word he hasn’t spoken in lifetimes, a word so very old, his word. River gasps, pulls away so she can look into his eyes and she’s crying, her tears dripping onto his cheeks. 

“Was that-” River’s voice falters, hoarse and trembling, so he draws her down for a kiss, whispers it again against her lips and her hands shake where they cup his face, curves all warm and heavy on top of him. 

“Why?” River breathes, “why tell me?” 

“Because you’re my wife.” 

River buries her face in his neck and he wraps his arms around her, holds her while she shakes apart, holds her until she whispers it back to him. And then she’s getting up and off  him and he’s following after her, stumbling to his feet. 

River throws his name into the wind, into the clear sky and the radiant little sun and then she says it again, this time laughing, smiling like she can’t quite believe it, like it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever heard and from her lips, it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard. 

His knees buckle, caught by a bed of green feathers his lungs constrict and his eyes burn in his skull and he buries his face in his hands, feels River’s hands on his shoulders as he cries. 

When her apologies make it to his ears he shakes his head, almost frantic, and wraps his arms around her, “no no it’s not you,” he chokes, voice breaking, smiling, giddy, “I just -I never thought I’d ever-” 

“I didn’t mean to-” 

“No,” he presses his forehead against hers, lets the pure elation bleed from his hearts into hers, “no please, I love it, so much, never stop -don’t ever stop saying it, please.” 

“Alright,” River says his name again in the same way she says sweetie and my love and the tears stream down his cheeks, hot under sun, something in his chest breaking and mending. 

As the only two living people on this side of the universe, in their own little corner of sunlit still time, a word that could fell empires and topple gods is made beautiful, made hers, as surely as he is.

Also on Ao3

[nobleriver]

@riversongsource river song appreciation week: day 2 - favorite quote

[taiey]

Octavian's dead. So is that teleport. You're wasting your time. I teleported you. See? Told you I could get it working.

@riversongsource river song appreciation week: continued day 4, favourite trait part 3: competence

[taiey]

...Berlin on the eve of war. A whole world about to tear itself apart...

. . . What if we had ideas that could think for themselves? What if one day our dreams no longer needed us? . . .

...This was exactly you. All this. All of it. You make them so afraid...

. . . Like I said on the dance floor, you might want to find something to hang on to . . .

...When you love the Doctor, it's like loving the stars themselves. You don't expect a sunset to admire you back...

@riversongsource river song appreciation week: day 4, favourite trait

eloquence