“Hope” for the WIP ask+ the Macbeths if you have something on them, if not Doctor Who
I didn’t have Macbeths but here’s some River/12!
The Doctor flinches, and River sighs, moving to lean against the console next to him, her hand gentle over his arm. Her gaze is open, kind, and he hates it sometimes, how quickly he’s forgiven and hates himself more for the way he always takes her forgiveness, clings to it. He drops his forehead to hers and hopes she can feel what he isn't saying.
[ send me a word (+ship?) and I’ll give you a sentence of a wip! ]










