[ It isnāt exactly how he envisioned the last of his regeneration with this face, but this shouldnāt have happened at all anyway. Heād almost been ready, he thinks, to turn into the old man with the cross eyebrows and the grey hair. But this feels like a gift, or that humany thing they call a miracle, and he doesnāt know if heās thankful for it or whether he ought to be suspicious of the means that Viveca and the Commander seem to have to bring him back. But he hadnāt completed his contract, he hadnāt undone his regret, and so perhaps it stands to reason that whatever it is that binds him to it could bring him back from the edge of his death. Strange sort of science (or magic), that.
For now, he wonāt think too much further on it. For now heāll simply be grateful for this second wind, and to spend this evening with River before a new mission file undoubtedly falls into their laps.
He folds a hand over the one at his chest, resting it there for a moment before he takes it, fingers slowly lacing with hers. ]
Do you remember when we used to go to parties? Saved a Queen who was a goldfish once, didnāt we? And there was the Calderon Beta, that one time, the planet with the boring chip shops but then there was the tree.
[ He smiles. ]
Now, itās nowhere near the same, I know, but how do you feel about a picnic in the sunlight room, eh? You and me, I'll whip something up.
[ River has been rather suspicious of the means they have for bringing them all here ever since she found herself pulled from The Library with two beating hearts and a physical presence. But she doesn't want to question it having brought him back, doesn't want to feel the desperate ache in her chest at his absence.
And it's so nice to have his hand tangled up with hers, she nearly misses the fact he's started talking again. ]
The stars were beautiful.
[ Truth is, she'd hardly looked at the stars at all that night. She'd been too busy watching him, the way the starlight played across his features and his face lit up with delight.
She leans in, burying her face against his neck. ]
[ The Doctorās smile veers mischievous and just this side of cheeky, already concocting a few fun little ideas in his head based on the ingredients he knows are hidden in the pantry. Itāll be quick, of course, wouldnāt want to waste any time, and itād likely be a whole lot of sweet too ā but for River, he would make sure to have an assortment. A little savoury, a little delightfully alien, just the way they like it.
But he wraps his arms around her properly for now, gathering her close. ]
[ She smiles, leaning into him as she laughs. He's ridiculous, but he's hers. Partly anyway. And she can accept that. She always has. ]
I wouldn't miss it.
[ Whatever he tries to feed her.
She lingers in his arms a moment longer, breathing in the quiet, and when she finally pulls away it's with another gentle kiss and the warm promise of, 'I'll see you later.' But it isn't goodbye, and she thinks maybe they're both a little more grateful for that than they were before. ]
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[ It isnāt exactly how he envisioned the last of his regeneration with this face, but this shouldnāt have happened at all anyway. Heād almost been ready, he thinks, to turn into the old man with the cross eyebrows and the grey hair. But this feels like a gift, or that humany thing they call a miracle, and he doesnāt know if heās thankful for it or whether he ought to be suspicious of the means that Viveca and the Commander seem to have to bring him back. But he hadnāt completed his contract, he hadnāt undone his regret, and so perhaps it stands to reason that whatever it is that binds him to it could bring him back from the edge of his death. Strange sort of science (or magic), that.
For now, he wonāt think too much further on it. For now heāll simply be grateful for this second wind, and to spend this evening with River before a new mission file undoubtedly falls into their laps.
He folds a hand over the one at his chest, resting it there for a moment before he takes it, fingers slowly lacing with hers. ]
Do you remember when we used to go to parties? Saved a Queen who was a goldfish once, didnāt we? And there was the Calderon Beta, that one time, the planet with the boring chip shops but then there was the tree.
[ He smiles. ]
Now, itās nowhere near the same, I know, but how do you feel about a picnic in the sunlight room, eh? You and me, I'll whip something up.
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And it's so nice to have his hand tangled up with hers, she nearly misses the fact he's started talking again. ]
The stars were beautiful.
[ Truth is, she'd hardly looked at the stars at all that night. She'd been too busy watching him, the way the starlight played across his features and his face lit up with delight.
She leans in, burying her face against his neck. ]
Try not to get too creative.
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[ The Doctorās smile veers mischievous and just this side of cheeky, already concocting a few fun little ideas in his head based on the ingredients he knows are hidden in the pantry. Itāll be quick, of course, wouldnāt want to waste any time, and itād likely be a whole lot of sweet too ā but for River, he would make sure to have an assortment. A little savoury, a little delightfully alien, just the way they like it.
But he wraps his arms around her properly for now, gathering her close. ]
Meet me in the sunlight room?
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I wouldn't miss it.
[ Whatever he tries to feed her.
She lingers in his arms a moment longer, breathing in the quiet, and when she finally pulls away it's with another gentle kiss and the warm promise of, 'I'll see you later.' But it isn't goodbye, and she thinks maybe they're both a little more grateful for that than they were before. ]