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She was blinding. Painful to behold. Perfect, iridescent brilliance against a backdrop of infinite night.
She was the Goddess in a human guise that did nothing to hide the glory of passion, life, and death within. Amaterasu come out from the deep, dark cave to share her golden warmth with the world. Ishtar, The Morning and Evening Star, complete with lion mount and seven cosmic rays. Stormy Anahita crowned with eight sun rays and one hundred stars.
He could imagine the nebula from which she was born unfolding before him. All swirls and curving spears of glittering, white and blood-tinged lightening shooting through luminescent, ionized clouds of purple shades and cerulean glows. They painted the ebony of the universe with their symphony of life at its most basic, electric existence. Gaseous particles drawn together by pure, inescapable attraction until they formed a glowing globe of incandescent power that was Her.
Yes, that had to be where River came from. Surely, someone so wonderously magnetic and radioactive didn’t come from something as simple as a blue, wooden box. He had always wondered what truly lay in the heart of the TARDIS. Now he knew. There was a celestial nursery hidden in there.
She was a star you made a wish upon. Which was more often a comet. More like a hunk of icy rock hurtling at thrilling speeds through the vacuum of space. Winding its way through the orbital paths of planets, dodging their moons, with only the barest hint of purposeful trajectory. She dragged you behind, caught in the gravity well of her irresistible mass, just waiting for it to slow down and consume you. And that was a whole new level of innuendo.
Innuendo aside, he welcomed the pull of her gravitational force, gladly adjusting his own to compensate. Always staying a safe distance from the freezing sparks of cosmic hail trailing in her wake.
There was a reason you never got too close to a comet. Or a star for that matter.
Like a sun, flares and geysers of molten molecules were always a danger. Yellow, orange, and red blended together in the aura of her form. Invisible, ephemeral beams of energy radiated from her spirit to slowly heat your insides when you weren’t paying attention. Filtering into you until you were filled to the brim with her limitless light.
But if you stayed too long, it would warm you until you burned.
No dwarf, she was a red supergiant. Gradual and relentless in its growth towards death. He had already been caught in the deadly blast of the supernova. The cavernous black hole left behind lay between his own hearts, constantly threatening to swallow them whole.
The only heat left in his present was a glimmer from the past, a candle flame flickering in the wind of destiny, one curly hair’s breadth away from going out.
He feared the looming darkness of her fire’s inevitable demise, knowing he would never see a star shine like hers again.