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This is a lovefest for [livejournal.com profile] radiolaires because she is awesome and she's the birthday girl ^_^ Have some fluffy love.

Sooooo… I was planning to make you fic. Meta fic, actually—since you always insist that my fics are very meta, it seemed only fitting. I think it turned out sufficiently meta-y, though I wondered at first if it wasn't better when I did it without thinking, lol. River in the Library. You may start hating me now.

So there is fic, but there is also me getting overenthusiastic and overboard with gifts (like starting with the idea of two or three gift icons and ending up with eight. *coughs* [livejournal.com profile] angel1605 knows about that one…), so I got that graphic idea that wouldn't leave my head… so I made the graphic, but it didn't turn out the exact way I'd planned and I searched for a fic title and realized that "What The Water Gave Me" was eerily fitting for the fic (the whole song), so I did another graphic on What The Water Gave Me lyrics, this one more loosely related. XD I hope you like all the stuff. And I hope you have a wonderful day! *hugs you*


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Title: Still Waters
Author: flowsoffire
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/characters: River Song, mentions of River/Eleven, Amy and Rory
Genre: Drama, Angst
Rating: T
Word count: c. 800 words
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: In which River exists, a spirit in a web, dressed in white and timeless.




All throughout the first day, she wonders if she will sleep.

The thought is like an obsession, constantly nagging at the edge of her mind. She needs no sleep, she knows, not really. Nights are not nights here; days are not days, and the colours blazed so furiously bright at first, the sky and grass to their fullest blue and green—the one ideal shade of paradise, not the mix of imperfect hues that reveal a living being. Her dress is ever so white, too, and her companions’ clothing. She half-expected to be blinded, but her eyes never watered.

If she ever cries again, it will be the computer indulging her needs, providing her with the human reactions she is used to. She realizes this. The same goes for sleep; she will never need rest. Without a break, however, the human mind would go insane. In her peculiar case, human-yet-more… she doesn’t quite know. For the oddest reason, she keeps thinking of her husband and how little he sleeps, wondering if she will be the same from now on, as though she somehow needed the connection.

If she cries and sleeps, ages and bleeds and bends and breaks again, it will be for the computer watching over her, acknowledging her humanity, her need for failure and respite, contrasts and outbursts. Permanent indulgence; she could almost hate him for making her an ageless goddess.

She sometimes really does hate him, for what time is here. There is no time, like there are no bodies—only a computer core, with the imprint of beings once alive sealed forever into it. Time for them rushes forward at will, to indulge and distract, once more; to think of something is to be doing it, easy as breathing. Early on, it leaves her reeling, the instinctive feeling she never really called a time sense grappling into empty air, for realities now beyond her reach. Then she adapts, letting her intuition go dormant and her mind stretch out to create its very own possibilities.

She will now forever be travelling in her dreams. It is not the same, but there is no use in bitterness and regrets.

She stops resenting him, too. He could not know what he was getting her into—and for all the times when she ragefully found herself thinking he should have known her better, she also realizes that he could not not save her, choosing death over existence. Too young, when it happened, to take such a responsibility—too pained afterwards to dwell on her ending. She does wish he would visit. She misses the stupid sound of a TARDIS with the brakes on; she misses his eyes, his hands, his smiles, his forehead lines and all the things he always left unspoken, in the air between them when he looked at her.

She supposes she misses being alive. With her friends and the children, she couldn’t miss being loved; yet she misses everything bittersweet, everything that ached but was worth it. There is him, of course, his shaking hands on her after a nightmare, his sullen avoidance and childish temper whenever something came to stir the age-old guilt and grief and fear within him. There are her parents’ eyes, the sweet awkwardness and unexpected bursts of laughter, the suspended moments and missing things, never voiced. Even herself she misses, like she was somehow divided in two, the part that carries on looking back wistfully, both of them a shadow to the other. Once she strode the ground of many a planet, breathed foreign scents from the air, made love and drank costly wine and winked and wore lipstick and cleavages like war weapons. She does all of those things now, but not really.

He will never come and she will never stop slightly hoping he does; she will never hug her parents way, way too tight, the way she never dared; she will never be real again. She takes those facts, faces them, and accepts them. It is what it is and she always did play with the cards she was dealt.

Perhaps she is becoming wise in the end, or perhaps she is beginning to fade. She is a spirit after all, bodiless and woven into a much wider web, of connections and knowledge. She could slip deeper into the fabric of it, and lose shape. Be a whisper in the dark, a hint of kindness and unconventional thinking in a computer’s elaborate processes. Or a line of data. She could still be there for Charlotte, only without a name, a face; she can never be her mother, anyhow.

She has no one to say goodbye to, no endings. Only transitions, and slowly slipping away.

She carries on, existing, thinking, smirking in the face of reality. There is no fear, and no future; there is no grief. She is there, for what it lasts, until the desire takes her to drift down to sleep.

She still comes when called.



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Here. Now, have graphics:


Love is reason enough to disappear (smaller) - Still Waters companion



Love is reason enough to disappear (Still Waters companion)

Don't squint at the small text, it probably isn't all fitting, but I couldn't resist the brushes. They jumped into my face like "look at us, aren't we just MADE to be used here?"



To where the water was (smaller) - Still Waters companion


To Where The Water Was (Still Waters companion)

River/Eleven and the gift of life and death. This one was really mostly born of What The Water Gave Me lyrics, because they were so fitting for the fic and there should always be an overFlo. :) Now I'm having wistful thoughts about that other cap I could have chosen, in which you saw River in the spacesuit and the reflection of Eleven in the visor, but the mirror theme/duality isn't exactly falling into place there (alive River vs. dead River, not Eleven facing his own death staring back at him…) and I'm not using Library!spacesuit and I could stop at two graphics instead of making five, really, yes. XD This is where I wish I could magically gain vid-making skills; I don't have the time to learn that properly, but in a vid you can pack together in three seconds the imagery that would take five graphics.

Anyway. *blows kisses*



Date: 2014-05-21 07:45 am (UTC)
but_can_i_be_trusted: (Fiber Optics)
From: [personal profile] but_can_i_be_trusted
Happy Birthday to [livejournal.com profile] radiolaires, even though I don't know you--and she did give you some goodies! :D

Date: 2014-05-21 08:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flowsoffire.livejournal.com
^_^ *hugs*

Ohhh, look, a star :)

Date: 2014-05-21 08:47 am (UTC)
but_can_i_be_trusted: (Cyberplanner)
From: [personal profile] but_can_i_be_trusted


Of course, now I've got 'What the Water Gave Me' stuck in my head... ;)

Date: 2014-05-21 09:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flowsoffire.livejournal.com
Hahaha, well, there are worse songs to have stuck in one's head! :D

Date: 2014-05-21 09:34 am (UTC)
but_can_i_be_trusted: (...but it's pretty...)
From: [personal profile] but_can_i_be_trusted
I'll grant you that. :D

Date: 2014-05-22 06:19 pm (UTC)
radiolaires: (Default)
From: [personal profile] radiolaires
Thank you all the same! And she is the very best.

Date: 2014-05-22 06:45 pm (UTC)

Date: 2014-05-22 07:24 pm (UTC)
but_can_i_be_trusted: (Chocolate Bars)
From: [personal profile] but_can_i_be_trusted
You're quite welcome! Hope it was great!

Yep, Azzie rocks.

Date: 2014-06-22 04:13 pm (UTC)
radiolaires: (come fly with me)
From: [personal profile] radiolaires
Thank you! It was nice.

Date: 2014-05-21 03:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com
I know she will love it, bb!! How can she not?! Tis PERFECTION. *Sobs*

*SQUISHES*

Happy Birthday, [livejournal.com profile] radiolaires!! *Snuggles you both*

Date: 2014-05-21 05:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flowsoffire.livejournal.com
*squishes you happily* :D :D :D

Date: 2014-05-22 06:19 pm (UTC)
radiolaires: (Default)
From: [personal profile] radiolaires
Thank you very much! *hugs you tight and hands you a piece of cake*

Date: 2014-05-21 05:37 pm (UTC)
eve11: (Default)
From: [personal profile] eve11
Oh, that was beautiful. Sad and bittersweet.

Happy birthday indeed to [livejournal.com profile] radiolaires! You made some very lovely gifts :)

Date: 2014-05-21 06:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flowsoffire.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed ^_^

Date: 2014-05-22 06:20 pm (UTC)
radiolaires: (Default)
From: [personal profile] radiolaires
Thank you! *offers piece of cake and drinks*

Date: 2014-05-21 07:00 pm (UTC)
radiolaires: (come fly with me)
From: [personal profile] radiolaires
:;dfh,:gfh,:nhgsnhjgeqjh
I LOVE YOU! This is seriously wonderful. All the gifts; the fact you wrote a meta fic just for me and that it prompted two graphics! I can't. Thank you so much!
And I'll NEVER hate you for writing River in the Library. It was perfect. I WILL review it properly as well as the Block entry -huh, I have time to vote ,right- because all that meta deserves pages. I love that this is not that meta, it's very... sensitive. Obviously, River has lost that in the computer, so it would be. Anyway, I'm a bit hyper, reviewing now is not a good idea, but you can check my silly tags on tumblr.
I LOVE the little commentary you included at the start and for each graphic. This is just fantastic and did I say I love you already?
I adore the parallel between FotD and TNotD. painful yes, but also perfect, because she literally ascends like a demi-god the first time and then fades like Eurydice the second time.
And yes, water, bringer of life and death, everything you said. The cap with the refelection is also a gorgeous one -I used it in mirror with the Doctor's face reflected in the screen displaying the data extracted from the Teselecta about his death. You're right, it would have been odd. Plus I prefer the long shot/close shot opposition you chose, and white/dark. You did great!
(About vids: I was sure I had seen a rather good vid on that song and searched for it on Youtube. I was delightfully surprised to glimpse an enthusiastic comment by a certain littlegirloffire...)

Date: 2014-05-22 05:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flowsoffire.livejournal.com
^_^ I'm so happy you liked it so much, honey ♥ *hugs*

Lol, take your time for reviewing. It's a gift, not an extra chore :D And yes, you still have a bit of time for voting. If you're tight, you can still vote first and review afterwards!

I'd seen the tags and laughed in wonder :D *hugs* Though I wasn't sure how one would respond to tags, lol. I wasn't going to reblog myself back, so :D Wait, a simple comment would have done. *facepalm* Me and tumblr are not a thing.

All the mirrors! That sounds like a great parallel. The oppositions were pretty fun to play with =)

Fire is everywhere, yes. Enthusiasm about Florence too ;)

♥♥♥

Date: 2014-06-22 02:43 pm (UTC)
radiolaires: (back)
From: [personal profile] radiolaires
I adored it! I am so used not to make a fuss about my birthday and it was such a surprise. *hugs*

I am taking my sweet time... Oh dear. I actually voted for all of them except the last one, because I completely missed the date. :/

Well, when I review, you will be able to answer at your heart's content. What, I am beyond slow with this all!

*loves you and smishes you fiercely*
Edited Date: 2014-06-22 02:43 pm (UTC)

Date: 2014-06-22 02:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flowsoffire.livejournal.com
Same here, AGAIN! ;)

Aw—well, forgetfulness happens, it's no big deal :)

Slow is okay! I'm getting really behind in fandom things, so I really don't mind! ;)

*smishes back equally fiercely*

Omfg, you know, I randomly met two other French girls around here these days—felt weird ;) One through Mandy, and the other one through that girl (though I have yet to "really" meet her, but she did the voice meme and I'll be commenting sometime soon). We should start a club and compare accents ;)

Date: 2014-05-27 04:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] avarill.livejournal.com
That was amazing -- a difficult, painful read, but oh so worth it.

Date: 2014-05-27 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flowsoffire.livejournal.com
Thank you ♥ I'm so glad you liked it. (Oh, Two icon! Imma snag the Two icon!)

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