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flowsoffireTitle: Got to run to her when she calls
Author: flowsoffire
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/characters: River/Eleven, hints of Clara
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: K+
Word count: c. 200
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Alone, and yet never alone. The Doctor turned back to his own time stream, bleeding light all over his tomb. The shadow of his wife hung all over him, always would. /A River/Eleven pack-of-feels drabble, set at the end of Name of the Doctor.
Author's note: This little thing was fresh from the finale, all swelling with feels. MY OTP. MY LOVES. Hopefully you'll enjoy it too. Set right after River's disappearance and before the Doctor steps into his time stream. Title is a line from the song Message by Syntax, which fits the moment in a SURREAL way. Actually, I'd kill to have someone do a Name of the Doctor vid for that song. IT WORKS TOO WELL. (And for the record, "her" can refer to either River or Clara, up to interpretation.)
It is sad when it ends.
Hearts loaded with ice, the Doctor managed to turn away. Inch after painful inch.
To the light. To almost-certain death. To Clara.
(Goodbye, sweetie, she'd said.)
How far they'd come. From Demon's Run to Trenzalore—to each other, from every moment in history. He could see her face under his hands with crystal clarity that wouldn't let him rest for many nights and days ahead, feel the exact texture of skin that hadn't even been there, taste her kiss like the sweetest poison. And he could still stand, turn, and think, and save Clara. And he would do it, no questions asked.
His greatest chance, and his greatest burden.
He survived them all.
Goodbye, River. He'd never wanted to say it. And still he'd found words, to tell her what she meant to him. (She must have known. She always knew.)
The echo of her was tangible as a cool mist, glass in his throat. It would not be dismissed. He carried his wife under his skin, shifting with his every breath, ethereal and ever so there.
He'd told her how long it'd been since he had let anyone that close. He'd told her that love was dangerous. She had laughed, and agreed, and kissed him like nothing else mattered.
Hard enough to bruise.
(They were never the careful kind.)
He paid the price.
Author: flowsoffire
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/characters: River/Eleven, hints of Clara
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: K+
Word count: c. 200
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Alone, and yet never alone. The Doctor turned back to his own time stream, bleeding light all over his tomb. The shadow of his wife hung all over him, always would. /A River/Eleven pack-of-feels drabble, set at the end of Name of the Doctor.
Author's note: This little thing was fresh from the finale, all swelling with feels. MY OTP. MY LOVES. Hopefully you'll enjoy it too. Set right after River's disappearance and before the Doctor steps into his time stream. Title is a line from the song Message by Syntax, which fits the moment in a SURREAL way. Actually, I'd kill to have someone do a Name of the Doctor vid for that song. IT WORKS TOO WELL. (And for the record, "her" can refer to either River or Clara, up to interpretation.)
It is sad when it ends.
Hearts loaded with ice, the Doctor managed to turn away. Inch after painful inch.
To the light. To almost-certain death. To Clara.
(Goodbye, sweetie, she'd said.)
How far they'd come. From Demon's Run to Trenzalore—to each other, from every moment in history. He could see her face under his hands with crystal clarity that wouldn't let him rest for many nights and days ahead, feel the exact texture of skin that hadn't even been there, taste her kiss like the sweetest poison. And he could still stand, turn, and think, and save Clara. And he would do it, no questions asked.
His greatest chance, and his greatest burden.
He survived them all.
Goodbye, River. He'd never wanted to say it. And still he'd found words, to tell her what she meant to him. (She must have known. She always knew.)
The echo of her was tangible as a cool mist, glass in his throat. It would not be dismissed. He carried his wife under his skin, shifting with his every breath, ethereal and ever so there.
He'd told her how long it'd been since he had let anyone that close. He'd told her that love was dangerous. She had laughed, and agreed, and kissed him like nothing else mattered.
Hard enough to bruise.
(They were never the careful kind.)
He paid the price.
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Date: 2013-06-27 12:50 am (UTC)Will be tackling Classic Who sometime after I finish Torchwood and before the Anniversary special at the end of November so if you have any tips, let me know. I am planning a selective watch, not to tackle all 700 epis.
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Date: 2013-06-27 09:26 am (UTC)I definitely will if I can think of anything, though if I carry on watching in order, I might not be the best person to give you selective advice ;) Someone I was talking classic!Who with gave me the following:
Okay so for 1: Any of the ones with Barbara, Ian and Vicki - My favourite so far is the Rescue (seconding Barbara and Ian, they're delightful)
For 2 I'd say Tomb of The Cybermen and probably Seeds of Doom.
For 3: The Ambassadors of Death (for Liz Shaw who is awesome), Time Warrior (SJ is only just settling in but she's awesome) ad probably Green Death (because Jo Grant is adorable)
For 4: Anything with Leela, I'd say Robots Of Death (plus then you get bonus!Toos) The whole Key To Time arc and any of the ones with Lalla Ward because she's awesome.
For 5: hm, well, most of his are a bit meh for me but my fave has to be Castrovalva (plus then you get Master)
For 6: Again, some of his are ropey... but I'll say Mark Of The Rani (because the Rani is hilarious)
For 7: EVERYTHING with Ace... but seriously Battlefield is awesome.
Personally, I was curious about individual characters, like the Master, Romana, Sarah Jane and Ace…
Hope that's helpful ^_^
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Date: 2013-06-28 01:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-28 07:49 am (UTC)