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a cathedral of arching ribs, heaving out their broken hymns by if_i_be_waspish
Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who
30 Aug 2018
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A soft smile spreads across her face and she sits up further in the bed, tucking pillows behind her back and settling in against them, still watching him. She reaches out and touches his face, her palm soft and warm on his forehead.
“Heal thyself.” She whispers quietly, her voice breathy and sweet as her fingers tickle his skin.
He snorts, “I’m not that kind of Doctor.”
“I know,” She cocks her head to the side, “And even if you were, the last person you’d ever heal is yourself.”
He makes a non-committal sound in his throat because he knows that she is right, but even now, even after everything, penitent as he is, he still has trouble admitting that to River. That she’s right.