and all at once, I remember.
an eleven/river song ficlet
And if she inhales, she can almost smell him. Like stars and galaxies and possibility and adventure, filling her senses with his presence, radiating through every cell in her body, waking them from their slumber. He smells like home, the only home she's ever truly known.
And if she closes her eyes, and can almost feel him around her. Almost. He steps to her, closing the distance between them. Her breath catches, her body hums, her pulse quickens. Oh, the things that impossible man does to this body. Oh, the things he does to her hearts.
And if she reaches out to him she can almost feel him under her fingertips; the rough cloth of his coat and the song of his hearts beating against her, for her. She wants to cry. It's been so long, too long, since she's felt him. Since she's held him. Since she's been so alive.
And then he is gone.
And then she is cold once more.
