◥ ❝ A.M.E.L.I.A.

✫✶✶✮ reaction meme.       ( status -- accepting )

☁ = being caught in the middle of a storm with them. 

                  ‘ you’re the captain, righ’ ? ‘ 

                                 she’s shivering. absolutely drenched. long strands of red hair stick to her cheeks, the hat she’d liberated from below deck clinging to her head by a hand pressed down on top -- the winds are strong and it would fly off otherwise... amy’s not quite sure where the doctor’s run off too. there’s no where too run. surrounded by nothing but sea, they’d left the TARDIS at the docks when they’d decided to add ‘STOWAWAY’ to their long list of things they probably shouldn’t have done but did anyway. 

YE NOHT EVAEN SCOTT’ESH PEGGEH YE NOHT EVAEN SCOTT’ESH

                                                     HER MOTHER’S HEART IS  breaking; River can see the fragments cracking and crumbling right before her eyes. She wishes to mend it, to stop hurting the only other woman in the COSMOS that she’s certain ( or had been certain, will be certain, wishes to be certain ) has a proper understanding of who she is and everything that’s wrapped up in the title RIVER SONG —- but, of course, as is so often the case, when she is in need of being RECOGNIZED she is simply looked at with blank stares and even blanker memories. It hasn’t happened for these two yet ( or, it has, in a manner of speaking, they just aren’t aware ). But this is the moment - she cannot underestimate this moment - this is the moment that they find out PART of the truth. 

                Her knees threaten to buckle at the sound of her NAME. Known to only a precious few, that name is the only thing that links her to the lost, little girl who’d looked at the stars and dreamt that there were arms to hold her somewhere in the universe. The question remains, however: is this an invitation, or a warning? 

                Does the utterance of her name signal that the pieces have begun to fall into place? Might she smile and nod, or should she wait. Is this another insistent PLEA of a bereaved mother for the games to stop and her child to be returned? She’s not sure, she can’t truly be sure. But HOPE is a resilient thing; it persists even when persisting seems impossible. 

                ❝ That’s the name you gave me. ❞    She doesn’t make a move, even if her fingers ache to brush against Amy’s hand or Rory’s arm. Every muscle is tensed as she awaits a verdict. She had never thought, all those times she’d seen them in her past, that this moment would be so PAINFUL – it’s the waiting, to be sure. The waiting is bleeding her dry. 

            the first time she met river, amy’d thought her mad. incredible, and mysterious, but mad nonetheless. that hadn’t stopped the awe. river song was the only woman amy had ever seen fluster the doctor. she’d flown the TARDIS. blew up a space ship. defaced the oldest cliff in history. she was more than a little star-struck when it came to river. a part of amy had wanted to be like her. travel all of time and space with a gun on her hip. 

                    (( melody williams -- is a geography teacher                                        melody pond is a superhero...

                                                                                        -YOU’RE BRILLIANT- she remembered that. the warmth that had come from such a small amount of praise... but the doctor was brilliant. and he knew it. and amy’s own genius was so rarely acknowledged -- to have it so by a woman like river... that had meant more to the scot than she thinks river knew. it’s not that she doesn’t want to believe it, it’s just that she can’t. her melody was a baby. a tiny newborn baby who’d fit in to the crook of her arms. how could someone like river; amazing, fearless, future-mrs-doctor ( she’s his wife, amy’s sure of it ) river -- how could someone like river come from someone like her? 

                              she wanted her baby. that’s all she wanted -- her little girl, her daughter, her melody pond. there’s a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that tells her not to hope, not to wait with bated breath. the doctor swore he’d find their daughter but their daughter stands before them and amy’s not sure the doctor will keep his promise. ( will i ever see my baby again? ) amy’s thumb brushes over the prayer leaf in her hand, a subconscious action made in an attempt at self-comfort as she clings to the only thing left of her baby. 

YELLS IN SCOTTISH @ YOU

                 she can’t sleep. hasn’t been able to for a while now, not properly at least. not at home, in her own bed where things should feel normal. and not here, on the T.A.R.D.I.S -- that’s so very familiar to her, she should be lulled to sleep with ease. but she’s not. not at all. instead she sits on the steps above the console, knees tucked up to her chest, and she waits.

           she probably shouldn’t touch anything. really, she probably shouldn’t touch anything at all. but her lips purse as she leans back, glances around the console room -- empty, save for herself. her eyes drift, wandering upstairs, down below. she steps to the side -- no one. slowly, a smile breaks out on her lips and she looks down, taps the console in a gentle beat before she rises on her toes and stretches, reaches for a particularly interesting red button beside a rather tempting red lever. amy’s fingers flex, her hand hovers -- and she chooses the button. there’s a sound, vibration beneath her feet, and then everything starts to shake. quickly, she retracts her hand and stumbles back. ‘ uhhhhh                DOCTOR ?! ‘

     running. despite having done her fair share of it    ((  from danger, from trouble, from guilt, out of thrill   )) , she seemed destined to keep running, keep looking, keep helping.  ·she’d always known, felt, that she was meant for GREATNESS, ·yet she often wondered of heroics were the type of greatness she’ was meant to achieve. ·she could be kind, yes, ·she was·infinitely·clever, and she would call herself just without the slightest hesitation, but heroics required more than that. · heroics required ·SACRIFICE, of which she also felt she’d had her fair share as well. she was meant to be great ·(( ·a great leader, a great advisor ·)), but not a hero. · ·not an action hero, at least. ·regardless, there she was. once more willing to throw herself at the hands of risk & danger for the sake of others. ·her motives were less than heroic ·—– ·she was on the quest of a very SPECIFIC hero & where else do you find one, if not ·where & when he’s needed, in the middle of a storm? ·perhaps not literal, but the found files on it ,the atmosphere alone, the darkness & dead silence of the tenement did deliver a very clear message: ·beware, here be monsters ·(( ·and not precisely the kind you’d read about in children’s storybooks ·))            ‘ ATTENTION mistress, multiple humanoid life forms detected.·‘   & that did· capture her attention, all senses set in alert mode. how ironic it was, that while being most alert, watching her back, glancing left & right, she forgot to look front, until she bumped into one of the multiple humanoid life forms. ·by the look on her face, equally started, it wasn’t unsafe to decide she was hardly a menace. still, her guard wouldn’t be down until she’d gotten some answers.·

             ❛ ·—- just what are you doing here? · ❜

          angels. it had to be angels... each step she takes is hesitant, each corner turned with wide eyes. there’s a lump in her throat, nausea in her stomach and a flashlight held tight in her hand. she remembers this feeling. helpless and scared -- she’s spent years with the doctor, known him all her life. amelia pond doesn’t scare easily... but the weeping angels terrify her. 

                         rory was late and the doctor... well, he never answers his phone. what was she supposed to do? sit around and wait? oh no, she’d done enough waiting in her life. besides, amy was incredibly and totally, bored. 

                        the sleeves of her jumper rise up, pushed to just above her elbows as she takes extra care wandering empty halls. see, she knows how to find her own adventures without the doctor to get them lost. and maybe this wasn’t the best kind to face alone, but what else was she to do? call him via cornfield? ( no, no she’d already used that one and like a really, really good outfit -- you can’t use it twice ) -- her heart is racing, she can feel it thunder in her chest. each breath she breathes is small, and silent, and her eyes hurt -- amy’s learned her lesson. don’t blink, right, that one’s obvious. don’t look at their eyes, won’t make that mistake again. try really, really hard to avoid any situation that might include stone angels that move. maybe she should write that down, just in case she forgets.