Love a Tomb

// ◆ x infinity because aaaaaalwaysssssss~!

"Happy anniversary, dear."

This particular River was rather taken aback by the words, momentarily dumbfounded as she turned her head to check the date on the basic-looking flip calendar on the small, rugged bookcase gifted to her cell before turning her focus back. "...Are you being serious?" The questioning tone wasn't sarcastic, just...unsure.

"…And what sort of time do you call this?”

"Oh, hello! It seems my Mun has been missing me and her Tumblr friends quite a lot, so after thinking about it for a very long time…I mean really long…I drank eight cups of tea while I was waiting…no, wait, seven…she took the eighth one away from me when I started trying to work out how to walk on the ceiling…anyway, she’s decided to try starting this blog up again!"

"...And what sort of time do you call this?"

"I'll hold your hand, if you like."

"I know, I know." But did he really?  The Doctor could never be sure whether River was actually fine, she was very strong after all, or just locking away her thoughts.  He respected her privacy, but all the guessing games seemed to annoy them both.  So he did what he could without overstepping.

…Well, at least one of them knew.

   ”Ah, my dreams of you are far more interesting than you liking my hats.” He returned with a cheeky grin of his own. It wasn’t everyday that the Doctor got the chance to flirt with his wife. One could see him as a bumbling, immature manchild and that description wasn’t entirely too far from what he actually was at most times, but he could be just as.. man as any other individual of the male species. Then again, he wasn’t really like any other male species. 

"So you do sleep, then," the professor replied without missing a beat, the dramatically exaggerated surprise in her voice making the amusingly pleased smirk that had formed just slightly more subtle. Of course she knew better by now, but it was still fun to joke.

{She followed her directions, getting the objects before pulling out a chisel.}

"Unintentionally," River muttered as she maintained a stare on the creature while items were gathered. "But this is better than some of the alternatives... The real question is: How do you know about Weeping Angels?" Her tone had turned instantly curious.

"I'll hold your hand, if you like."

She should have known he wouldn't buy it, though for the most fleeting of moments River wished he had. Fleeting because the moment she'd felt the warmth of his fingers some of the tension had drained from her shoulders. Not all, of course, but enough to surprise her.

She watched River, seeing the confusion on her face. Who wouldn’t be confused? Most of everyone she’d come across had expected a previous regeneration, not this one. It was a little trying at times, though amusing nonetheless when they seemed to realize that yes, she was the Doctor and yes, she had lady bits now.

Expression slid into neutrality as the professor shifted her weight, doing the obligatory walk-around to study the new body with obvious interest. Eventually River had found her way back to the starting point, arms slowly lifting to fold across her abdomen as a scrutinizing brow was arched toward the other woman, her features otherwise still almost unnervingly neutral.

"Oh right. Cause I totally just keep those things in my back pocket. Honestly!" Amy crossed her arms in a huff, glancing at River for a moment. "You know, I feel like I should be scolding you or something. That’s what mother’s do isn’t it? But then I remember that it’s probably a little late for that." She looked around curiously. "Where are we anyway? The Doctor didn’t say anything before he took your father and just…ran off."

"Well, you might not... It's just a pity I don't currently have back pockets," River replied, amusement twinkling behind her eyes despite the circumstances. It wouldn't do stressing her mother out, after all. Luckily the redhead preferred going the casual route as well and therefore River had to reel in the desire to chuckle at the scolding remark. "Don't worry, you'll make up for it." Timey-wimey.

"Conviction is a double-edged blade, you know. Without it, you could falter, and then allow the enemy to strike you down in the opening. But with it, you are blind to the fact that there is always a chance you’re wrong," he said quietly, reaching around under the table for a book and flipping through it. 

She watched River for a moment; she hadn’t seen this face yet, then. Very few had. “Professor Song,” She began, stepping away from the doorway and kicking it shut with her foot. “I have a complaint. My wife is too busy grading her papers to pay attention to who’s standing right in front of her.”

...Well there came the full title. This conversation was already starting out interestingly out-of-sync...which should have probably been the first clue. The door was quickly closed behind her and the confusion became slightly more apparent until the other woman began to speak again.