rivers till i reach you
Current M!A/Plot Status: None
Clara Honorine, at your service- Former librarian, unofficial mechanic, and resident of Leadworth.
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Her Doctor Who character, Amy, was not supposed to be Scottish until Gillan auditioned for the role.
“Good.” She squeezed her arm briefly and then sent them off. The moment they’d arrived, however, River reached over and covered Clara’s eyes with her free hand before she could catch so much as a glimpse of their surroundings. “We’re not technically here yet, but no peeking,” she explained, moving behind her so she could cover her eyes with both hands instead. “Trust me?”
As soon as her vision was obscured she tensed, almost fully expecting to have to defend her self or be in some god-awful pitch black place that would be no easier for Clara to deal with than River, but she slowly let herself relax at River’s words, giving a small and moving her hands to rest gently over River’s. “Of course I do.”
[She sniffed. It took her another moment, but she eventually relaxed into Clara’s embrace, pausing only to reach for her bottle and hold it close to her chest while she curled up to the other. She drank in little sips, not wanting to move much, and when she eventually spoke her voice was small and soft, nearly inaudible.] Thank you.
*After a while she just relaxed there, letting her eyes stay shut as she held River close, bottle wedged between her own legs (there was no way she’d be able to drink without moving enough to disturb the other.) When River spoke, Clara let her eyes open just a bit, looking down at her.* Whatever for?
“Oh thank goodness, hi. This might sound completely mad - actually I’m positive it will, but you don’t happen to know my name, do you? Or where I am, or…?”
“Yeah- of course, of course. You’re, uh- you’re in Leadworth. Small town a bit north of Gloucester. Way southwest of London. And your name’s River Song, by the way. Lovely name, for the record.”
he will trade her 6 roselia eggs so when they hatch she will have 1 dozen roses (❁˘◡˘❁)
[She wasn’t terribly convinced, but she let it slide. Hopefully Clara would be smiling properly soon and they could forget about this entire mess.] Good. [Still holding Clara tight, she pressed one last button and sent them off. They ended up in a somewhat narrow passage between two buildings on a crowded Parisian street, with the cafe she was so fond of just up the road.] Come on, this way.
*Admittedly it was nice to have gotten out into the fresh air, helping to calm her down for the most part, and her hand slipped away only enough to grab River’s hand, instead.* Alright. You lead the way.
[Dismayed, she didn’t fight back any longer, although she did find herself tensing up at Clara’s touch, feeling absolutely horrible.] Of course I’m going to worry about it! You - [She paused, and then tried again.] You’re nothing like him, honestly. And I’m glad. And I just - I love you, okay? I love you.
*Blowing out a somewhat distressed sigh, Clara turned her head, pressing a shaky kiss to the top of River’s head, staying there. She was actually particularly glad not to hear that she wasn’t like the Doctor, at least not completely- she didn’t know everything about the situation, and she wouldn’t pretend to, but she hated the way he treated her, and it almost negated all the good he’d done for both Clara and the universe.* I love you too. So much.
“I’ve found myself in a bit of a predicament. Anyone fancy helping a girl out?”
“Yeah.. yeah, of course, what’s wrong?”