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River Song
30 June 2020 @ 12:00 am
You've reached River. I assume you know what to do, if not-- speak and you shall be heard.

Unless I don't feel like answering.

*beep*
 
 
River Song
[ooc: Continued from here.]

Lead she did, her room wasn't far and she took the stairs, pausing to unlock the door and then stepped inside and held it open for them.
 
 
River Song
17 February 2012 @ 05:04 pm
[ooc: Continued from here.]

"Practice," she smiled at him, and reached around with her free hand to unhook her bra and let it drop so the gun hid her from view.
 
 
River Song
27 September 2010 @ 01:07 pm
Companion

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Muse: River Song
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 350
 
 
River Song
04 September 2010 @ 10:57 am
[ooc: Continued from here]

"Might be?" She lifted her head to smirk at him before blowing lightly across one damp nipple. "Sounds like a challenge."
 
 
 
River Song
31 August 2010 @ 10:04 pm
Five Secrets: I took a PostSecret-esque stab at this...

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Muse: River Song
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 94
 
 
River Song
26 July 2010 @ 09:29 am
Write a story in no more than 140 characters.

The only way to survive him was to be the one who left first, to never be left behind. So she took care to always be the one to say goodbye.

Muse: River Song
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 31
 
 
River Song
29 June 2010 @ 10:44 am
"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Others stay for a while and leave footprints on our minds and hearts and we are never the same." ~Anonymous

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River Song
31 May 2010 @ 06:23 pm
Write about a mundane aspect of your character's life - something that would never usually be shown because it's an ordinary, boring part of life.

You comb your dripping hair untangling bottom sections and then gradually moving upwards until you can run the wide toothed comb through from root to tip in long even strokes. Your hair is halfway down your back when it is like this and unconsciously you count each stroke on your way to one hundred. Once your mum did this, and you think her even now, as you work a bit of product into the roots and work your way to the ends.

Your mum, whose hair had never curled leaving her at a loss as to how to manage yours.

Already the curls are starting to form and you tip your head to one side twisting each lock around your finger to give it definition, scrunching as you go to break the long damp shank into manageable sections. You use a strip of microfiber toweling to wick the moisture away, alternating between the cloth and your fingers to scrunch and twist.

You use a diffuser and drench each section with heat until it's dry enough to hold its shape, working body into each section, you finish it with a bit of spray - firm hold - never know when the end of the universe will put you through your paces. You pull it back with an elastic loop, millennia later and the human race hasn't found anything that works better, and smooth the curls into a cohesive whole.

Muse: River Song
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 220