Chapter Two
They move quickly through the halls of the Tardis. Even though she's been here, lived here, it's still a maze to her. a maze that only he seems to be able to navigate with any kind of success. It's his room that he takes her to. A room that looks hardly used, walls filled with books from a scattering of Eras and languages and planets. The only thing in there that at all appeared used was the armchair, which showed slight signs of wear. Timelords and their inexhaustible energy supply, something that she'd made great use of on other occasions.
Her attention however is drawn to the bed. It's a four poster masterpiece. Something she's always been fond of. They'd had a lot of fun on that bed. Though it would appear that most of those moments had not happened yet. And this would certainly be the first time that it would be used for something like this.
It seems odd to just lie down, and he senses her trouble.
He takes off his jacket and boots with a flourish, like a magician awaiting applause. It makes her chuckle, and the tension between them is broken. She takes off her own jacket, letting it fall beside his on the armchair. And peculiarly it feels as if she's just taken off a layer of armour. As if in just allowing herself this comfort, a burden was being lifted from her.
He turns to the bed, pulling back the brown and crimson covers before sliding amongst the pale sheets. She stares, and he offers her his hand, the same as he had a very long time ago. He wiggled his fingers, and she takes his hand, pulling her into the bed to lie alongside him.
It is surprisingly natural. None of the initial awkwardness of their earlier encounters, where they were still figuring out how to place the pieces of themselves alongside each other. It was natural to curl into his side, to rest her head on his chest. The dual heartbeats that echoed faintly beneath her ear soothed her, the tension draining from her in a flood of relaxed muscles. His arm curled around her side, holding her against him, as if she was thinking of running.
His fingers traced Gallifreyan on her side, and it takes her a moment to translate them
'Loved. Cherished. River Song.'
She smiles.
But tears still threaten on her lashes, and she cannot bear to start crying. But her body would not listen to her, tears leaking from her eyes. She wants to pull back, and he demonstrates for all that he acts like a child sometimes, he can be quite perceptive.
Bless him, he started to talk.
As if this was just a rest, as if she wasn't crying at all.
"have I ever told you about the star constellation of Terrendoar? It's amazing. Like a waterfall of stars. Vibrant blues and purples and colours there are no names for. Colours that can only be felt, can only be experienced."
Her hand undid a couple of the buttons on his shirt and slipped between the soft fabric, instinctively seeking out the warmth of his skin. She couldn't stop herself from crying, but she could ignore it. pretend that it wasn't happening. And he was helping her do that. Her fingertips traced idle patterns as he continued.
"If you get the right angle, you can actually see them start to cascade. Imagine it, a waterfall of colours that have no name in the darkness of space. Haven't seen it with these eyes yet, so I have to go."
Though he spoke, his hand didn't pause in his tracing. It made her feel warm.
'Cherished, protected, Love.'
"And then there's Avalon. Actually it's the seventh Avalon since the first one. But you'd be never believe it. The sky is green. Can you imagine? Not a milky green, but a proper green, like a football field. And the clouds are purple, and the grass!"
His exclamation makes her flinch in surprise and he relaxes, almost apologetically, before he continues, "It's orange. Not just the colour orange but the fruit orange. Actual blades of orange grass. You could eat them. not that I'd advise that. you never know what's happened on that grass. Could beā¦all kinds of strange things.
She cannot help but chuckle, and the sound made her feel a little lighter. A little less hollowed out. It cannot take away the pain. It cannot make what she's seen any better. But the possibility of such adventures, of such wonderful things helps her remember that nothing bad lasts forever. He keeps talking, crafting such wonderful visions in front of her eyes. and slowly she feels herself falling asleep, drifting into a world of adventures. Of places that she had yet to see, planets that they would dance across.
'Strong, impossible, beloved.'
His fingers trace on her side.
A timelord and his wife. Impossibly connected, but always together.
They never meet in the right order. But that's okay. For every dark moment she has to endure there are moments like this that make it worth it.
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