#burnedself

In the grand microcosm of the universe, it was always so fun to see where the pair of them landed. Of course, she had always considered herself The Doctor's greatest enemy, though some may say the daleks, the Cybermen, any variable there within. No one knew them like she did. What made them tick, the lost little lambs that they flocked to in that big blue box. The stars in their big doe eyes, the look of wonder and amazement when The Doctor stepped in to save them from the danger. Oh, she could waste time muttering and listing off every little name, but who has the time?

Pounding a human heart would be in this moment. Back is frantically pressed to the wall, palm flat against the stone when the box makes its presence known. It's an easy act to play, a part she's played before of the pretend-human. Never so close to the endgame though, how exciting.

"You just-- Did you--" Oh, how pleasantly amusing to play the part of the sheep strayed from the flock standing in the field of wolves. Needing to be rescued all the same.

it's like cornering a cat. there's nothing about her that should, in theory, be dangerous. petite brunette has done her best to keep out of the way: to stick to original plan, to keep herself no more than a ghost. ( she's not here for him. she knows him despite unfamiliar face, despite the new way man holds himself, how he paces the space he's in. ) there's nothing sharp about her features, soft, so young. black hair && brown eyes, rainbow dusted cape the only colouring on dark clothing.

but sharpness comes naturally. eyes too old for her features, claws in the form of the angry venom in her gaze, the coldness of the silences between few words. " I could walk away. chances are, you'd die. " it'd be easy to unlock room, but it would remove the glass that separates them, the final defence. ( does he know her? she cannot be sure if it will be worse if he does or he does not. ) " how much are you betting you'll be able to think of something clever enough, @burnedself? "

❝ Of all you have observed of this world, what is your favorite thing? ❞

"Right," River drawls. She stares at him. "I need you to go and get that for me, honey." She's going to burn it or drop it in a supernova.

River's eyebrows raise skeptically. Arms crossed, she looks like the archetypal example of the aggravated wife. (Given their history, she very well could be.) "In a time machine?" She points out. She could feel the distortion around them.

She tilts her head from side to side slowly. "30 seconds for me, and for you... " Unspoken question between them, she uncrosses her arms. "I'm not mad, darling." Dangerous words coming from the archaeologist. They both need their time to unwind. She raises her hands, palms facing her husband. "Just curious."