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eleventymod ([personal profile] eleventymod) wrote in [community profile] eleventyfest2013-09-02 08:32 pm

FIC: Oxygen and Ozone, for lovelythings

Title: Oxygen and Ozone
By: flowsoffire
Recipient: [personal profile] lovelythings
Rating: General Audiences
Character(s)/Ship(s): River Song, Eleven, Rory Williams, Amelia Pond. Hints of River/Eleven and Rory/Amy.
Summary: in a dance out of pace or a maze of a path, they find each other through time. River's journey in scattered order, to husband, father and mother.
Content Notes: none.
Author's Notes: three separate parts on the theme of found families, for my prompter's first request. Just for the record, for the second and third I picked sentences from the book The Bell Jar, which I used as prompts: for the second it was "I couldn't find my father anywhere", and the third: "I had the impression that it wasn't night and it wasn't day, but some lurid third interval that had suddenly slipped between them and would never end." (Used as inspiration.)

"Hello," he half-giggles, eyes wide, taking her in like he's seeing her for the very first time.

In a way he is. In a way, all those meetings out of order she might or might not know herself, they've been leading him here. They've been chasing each other across time and this is where they're found.

Demon's Run is where she begins. The irony of it could hurt like hell. She holds it at arm's length and decides that this is a gift. This moment, his face are a gift.

"Hello," she replies, allowing all the heat and softness that are bubbling inside of her to buzz into her voice.

He laughs, delighted. His hand has shifted from under hers in his usual messy moves. She doesn't mind—she knows it will be returned.

Hello. You know now. And you know that you're mine.

She looks down at the cot as he runs off to find her. Cradled here is her past, her identity.

All that's been stolen is one day returned.

She breathes, and turns to face the Ponds.

The swing creaks under her weight in the drizzly evening.

River ghosts her fingers across the rusty chain, a phantom of a touch. She once grabbed them with other hands, wilder hands, small and brown and demanding. She once pulled and flew and fell, spitting out her hair, refusing to cry. She shouted at the sky.

He is on his way back from work. She is on her way from nowhere to further off, a-drifting across space, on a whim.

She doesn't call out to him, but sits and hopes. His eye finds her. His feet hesitate, his path diverts from straightness into a helpless, unsure curve. He pulls it together, swallows and makes a beeline towards her.

The swing moans as he sits down carefully.

"What brings you here?" he asks.

She shrugs. The southern wind. A few pulls and twists on my vortex manipulator. The smell of the rain and the eyes of this man I've just seen on Pandatorea, holding his baby.

"A bit of everything," she says truthfully, and sees his jaw tense and his mouth tighten. That answer does not help him and that answer is all she has, all she is. A blur of a daughter, fragments to pick up. A shadow—a presence and a missing space. The air she stirs along her way.

"I've been going here and there," she tells him. "Acres of planets and stars and soil and empty places. I thought I'd like to see it all. They made me a doctor, you know. Archaeology—I pull things from the earth, from the past, get to know them and they become books, stories, knowledge. It's like running after shadows, but it's a good life. It leaves a trace. A legacy."

He nods, and a veil like a memory passes across his features. She wonders what she's told him of herself before, other, older versions of her.

She takes a deep breath to let him in further. It's like a whole other journey.

"So I've been looking and picking up things," she continues. "Parts of other people, parts of who I am. Like a puzzle, you work out the frame and then sort out the pieces."

Another breath. "I couldn't find my father anywhere."

He looks up at that and she hurries before he can speak. "So I figured I must be looking at the wrong places. And well, I came here."

She sees him take it in, sees the bob of his Adam's apple and the uncertainty in his eyes. She has more words on her lips, a tempest of speech she's had piled there for a while, stacked in a corner between work and dreams and fear and night—there's the Doctor and there's Amy, and here is Rory's corner, made of quietness and half-moments, tugging at her heart. But she knows she has to hold it in. She's talked a lot already, cannot help it. It's running and rolling from her in great waves and she vows to be careful, not to pull him under and drown him in her desperation.

"You were probably right," he agrees in a bit of a croak, clearing his throat. "Here would be the place to look."

She peers at him. This Rory is back from work and off to his and Amy's house, but he isn't as settled as other versions she's seen, still running after confidence and watching it fly from between his fingers. He is wrapped in the hold of reality too, a bit detached from her errant life. Their years without the Doctor. She's been tempted to aim further, meet in a mayhem, bond over saving each other's life. This isn't Rory's way, however and she knew it too well to entertain the fantasy for too long. She's also been tempted to reach him later still, a Rory who would know and be close to her. A Rory who wouldn't be scared. Easy as breathing—she can feel herself in fragmented parts, not whole yet, a noisy clutter of River Song, roaring with gunfire and pulsing with energy and alive, incomplete, searching. She yearns for Rory, both for himself and as a healing touch. Rory holds people together like gentle gravity. She's seen it with Amy.

She knows better than to seek this, that easy way out. Rory will know her because she will have let him see, accept her if she opens up and shows him his place into her world. Before she enjoys it she has to create it, do the exhausting work of dancing around each other. Time in reverse doesn't offer pre-built relationships, just delivers their precarious frame, the shifting ground on which to find and hold a balance, clinging by fingertips. She cannot rely on its flow with certainty.

Time will give and take, and it is up to her to reach out to him in-between, find the paths and ways from Demon's Run to Leadworth and from father to daughter.

As she ponders, he struggles with his hands on his lap and hers resting around the chain, and knowing her yet not. She isn't sure she should make the move. Too early, perhaps. She isn't sure whether to keep talking or let him do his part of the job, edging past the doors she's nudged open, little by little.

Her human nurse of a father is bigger and deeper to puzzle out than any cryptic language she's ever had to decipher. She knows him—from a distance. It isn't enough.

"I remember that swing," he says.

She laughs at that. "It was our place, wasn't it. The odd Leadworth kids—you, me, and Amy. All those times I fell and you tried to nurse me better."

"You wouldn't have that."

She pauses and swallows. "I couldn't. I couldn't stop. I couldn't let you in."

He slowly, slowly nods, accepting. "We were just kids." A corner of his mouth twists. "All of us."

"It was all of me you could have, back then," she replies carefully. "I'm sorry it's not enough."

"It's okay," he whispers. It is not, but they will have to do with it.

His hand does the journey and closes around hers. They both pretend the moment is natural as he squeezes and she carefully squeezes back. "Amy still calls you Melody sometimes," he says. "Don't tell her I told you."

"But you don't, do you."

"No." He swallows. "I'm sorry—I really couldn't."

"That's all right," she breathes. She'll be River to him, another daughter, separate from the child he's held too little. She thinks that's best. She isn't really Melody anymore.

But she breathes the Leadworth air. As Mels she belonged here, restless as she was. She thought she was running loose, thrown into a race, pulled by the fire in her gut and the craving to let it out, let it spread. But she always had her parents to anchor her.

Amy and her belong here because Rory does. Unlike the Doctor, she couldn't track him down in books to ease her nerves and give herself the confidence of already-gathered knowledge. Rory wasn't made by a centurion outside a box. That lone, distant silhouette is but an otherworldly projection of the little boy who knelt by the side of two reckless, restless girls everytime they fell, not giving up when they pushed him away.

She doesn't tell him that. It doesn't need telling. He doesn't need comparing to define who he is.

He is Rory and he's her father and they hold hands as night falls around them.

"You should come in," he offers after a while. "For a cup of coffee. Stay a bit."

River smiles. "I'd like that."

The windows are shut, and the lights very bright, throwing everything into focus and leaving no room for shadow.

Amy's hair, in the electrical glow, shines like fire and make her look ever so pale. Curled up in the armchair, she seems exposed and yet faraway, her face expressionless. River waits for her acknowledgement.

Amy blinks. She still sits there, out of time, but her bubble shifts and swells to include her daughter. River sees emotion in very brief flashes on the edges of her features—jaw, nose, lips; just crispations, widened pupils for a maelstrom of thoughts. Amy leans forward.

"Hi." Her voice is low, hoarse and weary.

River moves to sit on the arm of her chair. "Hi."

The silence stretches a bit longer, as they hover there considering. "Well, he did that for me," Amy says in the end. "Left everything we might need to start a life—and sent my daughter. I asked him that, you know."

"Yes." In a flash, River can see him again, giving her the exact hour on Earth, sending her in time for the moment when her mother would need her—fallen, as she was, out of the fairytale. Back to Leadsworth, back home, back to standing still as the planet rushed under her feet, waiting and yet no more. She wonders if she can make a difference.

"Amy asked for her daughter to visit her sometime," he said, each word stressed and carefully quoted, his eyes boring into hers. So she had, but which daughter had she hoped for…

Amy's long fingers close around hers and squeeze. Swallowing hard, she squeezes back.

"How are you doing?" she asks.

A crisp laugh. "You know. Getting by."

"You can do this, Amy, you know," she insists. "Have a life. This life."

"With Rory." Her mother's eyes drift shut. "I think I'm scaring him."

"He'll always be there. At your side."

"I'm being a little selfish, am I not?"

"He understands."

Amy's lips twist upwards. "Does he? This is his dream. The house, the home, the—"

She quietly chokes. River closes her eyes and breathes. One, two, three seconds, clinging to her mother's pale hand.

Amy shakes her head as though to pull back from some dark dream. "I don't know how to do this anymore," she confesses under her breath. "I never really did."

"You'll figure it out."

"You would know, wouldn't you?" Amy peers at her, past a curtain of flaming hair, and tries for a smile. Succeeds, too.

River smiles back at her. "Oh, I always know."

"Shut up, young lady." Amy swats her and the high, crystalline sound of her laughter makes them both freeze for a second. They exchange a look.

Breathing, sitting there together, past the fears and lacks and perceived inadequacies. They can make it indeed, perhaps. Believing it seems too wide a leap, but then again, she's never been afraid to fall.

("I am the last person she would wish to see—one more she's lost," she told the Doctor and she was wrong for once.

"She's lost her baby. Not you. Not yet, not if you don't let her.")

When she turns her head, Rory is hovering in the doorway, staring at them. Quickly, she throws him a smile. "Come in, Rory."

He moves, uncertainly, to the other arm of Amy's chair, his shadow crawling in the white light. Amy grips his hand, too.

River looks around the room, the cocoon of brightness. Here, for now, they sit together, only carried by the secretive rumble of the Earth's rotation.

Amy, between them, breathes and holds on tighter.
nancybrown: (River Godmother)

[personal profile] nancybrown 2013-09-02 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, this was beautiful! It's sad and aching, but River is there accepting the past and hoping for more, and it's just right.
flowsoffire: (Amy and River)

[personal profile] flowsoffire 2013-09-24 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks a lot! :D I'm really glad you liked the balance between the pain/angst and the hope and shared feelings.
nonelvis: (DW River Song (FotD))

[personal profile] nonelvis 2013-09-03 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
I'm glad you wrote this, whoever you are. River clearly had moments with her parents we never got to see, and as [personal profile] nancybrown said, you got them just right.
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[personal profile] flowsoffire 2013-09-24 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! My headcanon about them shifts a lot, I initially thought they'd never found a true bond again due to the lack of interaction/familiarity/tenderness that quite struck me in TATM, until Amy's very end at least—but fandom changed my mind little by little. It's always going to be difficult, though. I'm very happy you enjoyed my take on it here!
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[personal profile] clocketpatch 2013-09-03 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Dear Anon, that was beautiful. I especially enjoyed the scene with River and Rory simply because they had far too little interaction onscreen, and because this line was such a perfect encapsulation of Rory's character: " Rory wasn't made by a centurion outside a box. That lone, distant silhouette is but an otherworldly projection of the little boy who knelt by the side of two reckless, restless girls everytime they fell, not giving up when they pushed him away."

-- but the entire fic was lovely, and it was wonderful to see all of those lost moments. Thank you for writing and sharing.
flowsoffire: (Belle)

[personal profile] flowsoffire 2013-09-24 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much! Rory-River was my favourite as well, I just love writing those two. They had really delightful small moments BEFORE we found out who River was, and it breaks my heart that there was nothing afterwards. And I also had a blast showing River's love for and appreciation of her father, because although she is the badass and draws all the attention, like more the Doctor and Amy, she also has that fierce protectiveness about her, the guardian side, plus patience and persistance, giving so much of herself—Roryness :D I think she would really appreciate him and open to him more readily than to others, because he is quiet and accepting and giving, a rock. Giving myself Rory feels right there, goodness.
Thanks again, I'm very happy you liked it!
lovelythings: (River Song is the badass of ever)

[personal profile] lovelythings 2013-09-03 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Eeeeee I love it I love it I love it! I love it so much! I love it so much but I have to go to bed so I will come back tomorrow and tell you exactly everything I love! Thank you! This fic is so delicious it is exactly what I would have wanted to write myself, if this were the story I was writing. Thank you <3
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[personal profile] flowsoffire 2013-09-24 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Comment #1! :D Haha, I have to admit part of me was a bit scared, because I thought you mentioned you wouldn't want something that was angst through and through, and although this whole piece is meant to be about hope and sharing lost moments and new beginnings, well, I can't resist angst like ever. So I was so, so, so delighted you hear you were so enthusiastic! Really made my day, I'm grinning right now just rereading this comment :D Thanks! *hugs tight*
lovelythings: (River Song is the badass of ever)

[personal profile] lovelythings 2013-09-26 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
I like angst that resolves! Just not angst that goes on for ages and is only angst for its own sake. Heaven knows they go through enough on the show that it can't all be fun and games. And your fic was perfect: just the right blend of angst and love. You made my week :D

*big hugs!*
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[personal profile] flowsoffire 2013-09-26 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
We agree, then :D And awwwww! Thank you so much, again—can't tell you how happy this makes me ♥
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[personal profile] radiolaires 2013-09-03 12:08 pm (UTC)(link)
The restrained heartbreak of this piece is absolutely lovely. It is exquisitely written, and strikingly accurate in the insight and observation. I loved how in retreat Eleven and River were pictured, as if to allow Amy and Rory space to grief, which they did not get into the show. The treatment in short scenes, with only two characters interacting at once, conveys an atmosphere perfect for confidence and hushed words, encouraged by squeezed hands. Lovely.
I really, really appreciated River's uneasiness around her paretns; she loves them obviously, it remains hard: His hand does the journey and closes around hers. They both pretend the moment is natural as he squeezes and she carefully squeezes back. This was truly heart-shattering but thank you for including such lines. Complicated and tragic relationship, the Ponds; no easy answer in fragmented parts, not whole yet, a noisy clutter could well apply to all of them. There are really powerful silences and gestures in this work. I love how they all go back to Mels and their childhood, because it really is all about belonging.
All that, so beautifully written. There are so many passages I could quote.

Favourite line: Rory holds people together like gentle gravity. I might have screamed internally reading this. Because this is achingly true and beautifully expressed.

And Time in reverse doesn't offer pre-built relationships, just delivers their precarious frame, the shifting ground on which to find and hold a balance, clinging by fingertips. Perfect. Just. *flaps the air* It's the sound of me flailing at the perfection of this sentence.

Fantastic work!
flowsoffire: (Sonic me)

[personal profile] flowsoffire 2013-09-26 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
*grins* Why hello you! Haha, your comment was partly the reason I waited until de-anoning to start my responses—I wanted to be just as flaily and natural and myself as I wanted, without worrying about giving myself away ;) SO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE GORGEOUS COMMENT. Gosh, you just stated perfectly everything I wanted to convey, and so beautifully too. The angst, but restrained—and the sharing it, finding some balance together somehow, some relief and hope. Your liking the writing and insight ♥ Eleven and River standing in the background—at first I thought I'd focus my entry on those two because OTP and it seemed obvious, but then I realized I much preferred centering on the Ponds and would actually be more inspired for that… (OTP's are too wide for me. They inhabit my head every hour of every day, it's hell pinning any scene on paper and making it stop shifting around.) Then I really had to keep Eleven in the shadows, because he's so huge in their lives and this was really to be about River with Rory, and with Amy—no other person, no adventure, no distractions, just two hearts. And space to grieve, indeed. You just got it all =D
I think River should be uneasy, in such a situation at least, in adventures once more she can put up her act and own the stage, here there's nothing to hide behind. It's feelings and making her way to her parents and letting them in in return, necessarily. It kills me how the show makes River flippant around Rory. The playful calling him Dad, making it sound kind of like a joke, but with no other intimacy to ease the teasing. Amy and River had the wine scene, the "Why did you lie to him?"—quiet, strong moments. Rory and River had beautiful scenes BEFORE he knew who she was, and then nothing anymore, but instead of River being even remotely gentle or tentative around him, she was all cool and smug and "hello, Dad"-ish? Kill me. *forever wanting Rory and River talks and silences and understanding and special-ness*
Complicated and tragic is my drug ♥ I think we share that, hahaha. And I had a blast with River's own frazzledness and making her unsure of her own identity just as she was attempting to reach out. River fragility is the best thing. I love her. ♥
Oh god, your favourite lines are favourites of mine, too =D ♥♥♥
Love you!

lovelythings: (River Song is the badass of ever)

[personal profile] lovelythings 2013-09-05 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Ahhhhhh I still can't even, I just want to quote the entire thing at you. WHAT RADIOLAIRES SAID. River taking a difficult moment as a gift. River on the swings with Rory - such a childhood friend thing to do and such a father/daughter thing, and a nice little echo to Eleven on the swings with Clara when he's missing the Ponds and River. And River will always, always be Amy's little girl, even when she's terrifying, and she will always, always be Rory's little girl, even when he doesn't understand, and it's all perfect.
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[personal profile] flowsoffire 2013-09-26 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
*bouncy and squeeing*
The swings, love those swings! :D I don't know if I haven't used them before, with Mels… Mmmm. I hadn't thought that much of Eleven and Clara at the time, but of course the echo is very nice :D I was mostly going for a place that would be meaningful for River and the Ponds because of Mels memories, but not in Amy's home—and it sort of happened naturally, what with the rain and the flying/falling idea that comes with swings and also swings are just pretty.
And River being their little girl ♥♥♥
honeynoir: (a door in my head [rory])

[personal profile] honeynoir 2013-09-15 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, this is just... heartbreaking and hopeful and utterly lovely! River and Rory together are so restrained and yet emotional, and you've captured perfectly, as well as that complicated yet simple relationship River has with Amy. And the ending with them sitting together...
flowsoffire: (Ten/Rose)

[personal profile] flowsoffire 2013-09-26 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
*squeeing* Heyyyy :D Very glad you liked this, dear. ♥ Restrained and yet emotional, that's so utterly River and Rory, gah I love those two together. So happy you liked my portrayal of them ♥ Much love!
a_phoenixdragon: (Eleven - Turn Away)

[personal profile] a_phoenixdragon 2013-09-20 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
This was so, so beautiful!! For all her confidence and swagger and intelligence and ease, this is the one time, with these people - her best friends who are actually her parents, that she becomes the lonely child she never got a chance to be. And they will always love and accept her, even as she fumbles for footing. Bless you for this...thank you.

flowsoffire: (All my fault)

[personal profile] flowsoffire 2013-09-26 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
*waves* Hi, that was me :D
I'm very, very happy you liked this, dear ♥ Indeed, River just puts on a show most of the time, and quite a show it is—and there's still vulnerability beneath, just hidden deep and then deeper as time passes and she constructs herself—more and more River, a new woman and separate from Melody, but the same with the same hurts. And not so sure as she looks. And we need more of River and the Ponds trying to reach each other because seriously ♥
:D Love!
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[personal profile] lovelythings 2013-09-21 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm back to tell you all the things I love about this before the reveal!

I love love love the Doctor seeing River for the first time, really seeing what they are to each other, setting away all of his suspicions. It's such a nice moment, especially since in the episode, he was so angry with her, and it was because she mattered so much. It's perfect. And River reinterpreting it, making it a sweet moment, that's perfect too, because River reinvents herself and her universe. And her voice, oh my. And her certainty that the Doctor will hold her hand again.

All that's been stolen is one day returned. Oh, YES. Her love for him. His love for her. Her parents. Her peace of mind. Her control over her own destiny. Her life among the stars. Everything.

River on the swings! A nice echo of the Doctor on the swings. And I love the callback to little Mels, who never cried, who shouted at the sky. And now River, older but still young enough to want to see her father. And Rory, tentative at first, and then full of resolve, walking straight over to her. Because he's never quite known what to do around her, has he? Even when she was Mels - she's always been so direct and he's never been the same way. She's an arrow and he's a caretaker. He's used to softening bad news.

I love River talking to Rory about what she wants, and her moment of seeing the father with his baby daughter and aching a little. Because it was so lovely, seeing Rory with the baby, even though she was Flesh. I love her not knowing what he knows or what she's said before, because they're all so timey-wimey and she never knows when it's safe to show her love. I love that Rory's corner in her mind is quiet and soothing - it just fits. And I love Rory saying yes, that's me, I'm your father and you are my daughter and sometimes I think we don't understand each other but sometimes I know we do, and you and I have something special that we don't have with other people, and I love you. And Rory holding people together! I love too that River knows she's not finished, just like the Doctor, and that she can come to Rory in this half-done state and he will still be there for her.

And the hand-holding! Because they'll never have daddy-daughter lap time or shoulder time or any other kind of holding because the possibilities of all those moments were destroyed at Demon's Run, and she would never let him soothe her before. It's such a big step for both of them and so deftly handled. And Rory being the anchor that holds them and keeps them steady, Mels and Amy who were woven with the same thread of recklessness in different patterns.

Rory never gives up on goodness and hope and love. Rory invites her in and makes her part of their family again. Perfect.

Amy Pond, the girl who waited. A rare moment of stillness, because sorrow and the end of something have conspired to hold her in one place. But she wanted her daughter with her. And more hand-holding, which I love, and the parallel structure of their lives, Amy's and River's, the conscious choice to rebuild and to dedicate their lives to the greater cause of love and light and goodness and steady hearts. It's not easy to stop running. But then Rory is there to hold them, to hold them together, and to soothe all the hurts you only notice when you slow down.

And River can feel the world turning underneath them.

Thank you again, so much! I love this story to little bitty bits. I want to print it out and sew it into a blanket and cover myself in it.
flowsoffire: (Rose)

[personal profile] flowsoffire 2013-09-30 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Eeeee, super big detailed review! =D Thank you so much for this, it's just precious! ♥
This moment with the Doctor and River, I just had to, his face! Ugh, it just means SO MUCH to them. Like you said, all of his suspicions fading away, finding out who she really are, born of his precious Ponds—suddenly understanding why she didn't come for them early and that she really didn't let him down at all, and the human plus thing too which has its symbolism—like that little signal waving at him meaning "hello, if you're not starting to see that woman is made for you now you are just a little bit hopeless". Because DNA doesn't make River or their relationship, it doesn't make her the equivalent of a Time Lady, but it does mean something—the child of the TARDIS =D His squeeing is just all the cute, and like you said, it's all the more striking after his wrath, so violent at first, then more controlled but still dark-looking, grabbing her wrist and demanding to know ♥ And then he just goes into giggly-puddle mode. Bless.
River reinvents herself and her universe.—this :D
All that's been stolen is one day returned.—v. happy you liked that line, it's a favourite of mine too =D
I get Mels moods like that—she's quite fascinating, especially whenever the Ponds are concerned. However, I usually don't really write young!River, I much prefer her when she's a bit wiser and knowledgeable and controls her feelings a lot—but here at the beginning of their relationship, it was very nice to explore…
Indeed, Rory and River are really different—and yet similar in their dedication to their loved ones, and it just gets more and more pronounced… But it's still so hard for him to figure out what to do with her. Brave Rory, still fighting for their relationship no matter what ♥
She's an arrow and he's a caretaker. He's used to softening bad news.
Love the description!
Rory holding his baby was absolute PERFECTION. We so agree on that ♥ Daddy!Rory. I love it so much. And I'm so happy you liked so many things about the Rory scene and picked up on so much! I just loved writing that scene and it's delightful to see it was so meaningful to you =D Father/daughter tender time. It just NEEDED TO HAPPEN.
Amy being still was quite fascinating to imagine, indeed! Here she was just left frozen and struck for a moment, and River was there at the right time… All three of them holding each other together. Just couldn't resist.
Eeeee. I can't with your comment and your happiness and enthusiasm =D It's just so blissful that you enjoyed it so much! *draws hearts*

[identity profile] eve11.livejournal.com 2013-09-23 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, sad but also hopeful. Amy and Rory can't get Melody back, but they still have River, and they have to figure out how to keep that relationship with the knowledge of what came before.

I loved this line: Time in reverse doesn't offer pre-built relationships, just delivers their precarious frame, the shifting ground on which to find and hold a balance, clinging by fingertips.

And I think I see a nod to your other story about the swingset too... River apologizing for not being able to open up to Rory and Amy then, having to keep herself always guarded even as a child. Well done.
flowsoffire: (Amy)

[personal profile] flowsoffire 2013-09-26 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! I'm very glad you liked this :D That line especially, it's a favourite of mine too.
Haha, thank you—just two comments back I was actually discussing the swings and being like "I think I've already used them with Mels, actually", but I couldn't be sure anymore if the broken leg was from the swings or not. Love how you remember my own story more than I did :D Mels was such a wild little thing, bursting on the outside but even more lost on the inside than could be imagined, and there's sooo much to do with that…