"Funny thing is, this means you've always known how I was going to die. All the time we've been together you knew I was coming here."
River's hands curled into fists, two of them this time. As if she was tempted to punch him all over again. Because he'd always known. And she understood why. That was the hardest part, why she wouldn't do it.
But it explained so much. The dark glances when he thought she wasn't looking. The insistence that they keep separate diaries. She'd never once looked in his, respecting the rules they'd both agreed on. What River hadn't counted on what was that she might already know what it said.
Spoilers.
"The last time I saw you?" River grasped at air, as if she might somehow pull out of it the definitive words to explain the differences between the man in front of her and the one she loved. "The real you. The future you, I mean. You turned up on my doorstep -- with a new haircut and a suit."
He'd looked so ridiculously uncomfortable.
River thought it was the suit. Or even the formality of their date. She'd been wrong though. He wasn't uncomfortable. He was just --
Well, he knew.
"You took me to Barrilium, to see the Singing Towers." And it was so beautiful. Even now, River couldn't think of it as anything but beautiful.
"Oh, what a night that was. The Towers sang."The Towers filling the air with the kind of music that brought to mind sirens and water nymphs, the skies behind them filled with a hundred different colors in accompaniment. With every rise and fall in the music, every crescendo? The sky followed.
"And you cried."
Her neck was wet with it, River remembered. Trailing down it and settling just underneath he collar. He wouldn't let her look at him, arms locked her shoulders as he held her tight. Hands caught on each of the other elbows, as if she had thoughts of getting away. But River didn't need to see. She just knew.
"You wouldn't tell me why, but I suppose you knew it was time. My time. Time to come to the library. You even gave me your screwdriver. That should have been a clue."
He'd never given her one, no matter how much she teased. One time or other he's muttered something about it not being time yet. She'd accused him of being difficult.
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Date: 2008-06-16 12:58 am (UTC)River's hands curled into fists, two of them this time. As if she was tempted to punch him all over again. Because he'd always known. And she understood why. That was the hardest part, why she wouldn't do it.
But it explained so much. The dark glances when he thought she wasn't looking. The insistence that they keep separate diaries. She'd never once looked in his, respecting the rules they'd both agreed on. What River hadn't counted on what was that she might already know what it said.
Spoilers.
"The last time I saw you?" River grasped at air, as if she might somehow pull out of it the definitive words to explain the differences between the man in front of her and the one she loved. "The real you. The future you, I mean. You turned up on my doorstep -- with a new haircut and a suit."
He'd looked so ridiculously uncomfortable.
River thought it was the suit. Or even the formality of their date. She'd been wrong though. He wasn't uncomfortable. He was just --
Well, he knew.
"You took me to Barrilium, to see the Singing Towers." And it was so beautiful. Even now, River couldn't think of it as anything but beautiful.
"Oh, what a night that was. The Towers sang."The Towers filling the air with the kind of music that brought to mind sirens and water nymphs, the skies behind them filled with a hundred different colors in accompaniment. With every rise and fall in the music, every crescendo? The sky followed.
"And you cried."
Her neck was wet with it, River remembered. Trailing down it and settling just underneath he collar. He wouldn't let her look at him, arms locked her shoulders as he held her tight. Hands caught on each of the other elbows, as if she had thoughts of getting away. But River didn't need to see. She just knew.
"You wouldn't tell me why, but I suppose you knew it was time. My time. Time to come to the library. You even gave me your screwdriver. That should have been a clue."
He'd never given her one, no matter how much she teased. One time or other he's muttered something about it not being time yet. She'd accused him of being difficult.
"...there's nothing you can do."