I could smell what she was - she came from me.
Once I taught her how to fly. And once I let her die.
Once she loved me. Once she shot me.
I could see that all at the same time. I liked her, mothered her.
One day I would like to teach her to wheeze-groan without me. But the Doctor danced and River danced, and the more they danced the more trouble grew around them.
Something wanted Thief because they hated Thief. They stole River’s mother, they stole River - they made it all so tangled.
Thief and River were looped around each other like wool. He had a scarf once. Long scarf. It smelled of lavender and aluminium. I liked that scarf. It looked good in loops. And sometimes good stories are in loops.
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- The TARDIS; The Doctor: His Life and TimesBBC Books (via riveralwaysknew)
No but guys you don’t understand, she wanted to one day teach River to time travel without her. As if she were really her child - a baby TARDIS.
(via riveralwaysknew)
^That commentary! To wheeze-groan without her!^
(via mewiet)
I can’t. The imagery… and that she believed River could really do it.
I just can’t.
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