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Rating: G
Genre: General
Word Count: 325
Pairings or Characters: TARDIS-centric, references to River Song/Melody Pond, implied Amy/Rory
Warnings: None. Nothing too spoilery unless you hadn't figured out River's true identity by this point.
Summary: The TARDIS senses a change.
It is in; within; inside.
It is she.
She is smooth, crumpled, soft, spongy, just like the girl. She is pale but red, reddy but not ready. It is warm where she curls up, not even the pretty one or he knows about her yet. The orangey girl is sleeping, her arms are splayed away from her belly. It is a hot, hot, hot thing in her, she is starting to open herself and touch her on the inside.
Sis… but that’s not true. She is not mine, she is not my thief’s to steal… not yet.
She is warm, awake in the orangey girl.
She is opening, her eyes are holes, black as space. She is made of holes that must be filled, mouth, nose, ears, she needs to be filled, filled out. She will not sleep until she is warm on the outside, like she is inside.
And the orangey girl is still sleeping. She is growing inside her and she is sleeping.
Maybe the pretty one knows?
But he sleeps too.
She is part of them and they still sleep.
Eyes, black like… night. They will go the same way as Earth water, greeney-grey. The hair on her head will curl gold. Somewhere inside the girl, inside her, the thing is ticking. My thief has more than one of his own in him, but she is lying awake with just the one in her chest. It is steady, rhyming with the girl’s breathing, the whirring of newness. She is alive.
Her eyes will not close yet.
River, my River?
She is a song.
The heart is ticking, her heart is ticking down the hours. Is it too late to stop the counting?
It is early yet and they are sleeping. She lies still within her – mother, her mother.
She will sleep too, for now, but I will not let her drift too soon.
River, my River. Sweet dreams until the next time.
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Date: 2011-06-25 03:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-02 02:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-06-25 11:43 pm (UTC)"Sis… but that’s not true. She is not mine, she is not my thief’s to steal… not yet." ~ fave line.
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Date: 2011-07-02 02:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-06-26 12:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-02 02:03 pm (UTC)