Rec: the joy of small days
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calufraxStory: the joy of small days
Author leiascully
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 4,268
Author's Summary: "Come on, Time Lord. Everybody needs a day off now and again."
Characters/Pairings: Eleven/River
Warnings: None
Recced because: Even a Time Lord needs a quiet day spent with a loved one, doing nothing more adventurous than watching Casablanca on the couch. (Especially when the TARDIS agrees with River about how Eleven should spend his day, and locks him out.) I'm not always a fan of the type of story the author herself describes as "a ridiculous schmoopfest involving scones and snuggling," but Eleven and River feel so much themselves here that I fell for this story immediately – because sometimes, it's the small days that define the characters' relationship more than the big ones.
Excerpt:
Author leiascully
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 4,268
Author's Summary: "Come on, Time Lord. Everybody needs a day off now and again."
Characters/Pairings: Eleven/River
Warnings: None
Recced because: Even a Time Lord needs a quiet day spent with a loved one, doing nothing more adventurous than watching Casablanca on the couch. (Especially when the TARDIS agrees with River about how Eleven should spend his day, and locks him out.) I'm not always a fan of the type of story the author herself describes as "a ridiculous schmoopfest involving scones and snuggling," but Eleven and River feel so much themselves here that I fell for this story immediately – because sometimes, it's the small days that define the characters' relationship more than the big ones.
Excerpt:
"You and I, we don't have small days. We aren't the right sort for that."
She raises an eyebrow. "Vacationers?"
"Human," he says.
"Hmm," she says. "There isn't a being alive who doesn't enjoy the occasional cozy lie-in."
"What about the hydrophobic planet?" he mutters. She does bring out his grumpy voice.
"Tea," she says. "A book. An afghan knitted by my own father. Two thousand years, he said, he needed something to do. I might even go mad and bake something later."
"Usually when you go mad, it involves combat gear," he says suspiciously. She does make a good cup of tea, though. He frowns into the steam rising from his mug. There's little in this universe that does better for his mood than the smell of good Earl Grey.
"Butter, flour, sugar, perhaps minor chemical reactions to induce leavening," she says. "Cross my single heart. Come on, Time Lord. Everyone needs a day off now and again. I'll let you help me stir if you're good. Come and have some toast first."
She raises an eyebrow. "Vacationers?"
"Human," he says.
"Hmm," she says. "There isn't a being alive who doesn't enjoy the occasional cozy lie-in."
"What about the hydrophobic planet?" he mutters. She does bring out his grumpy voice.
"Tea," she says. "A book. An afghan knitted by my own father. Two thousand years, he said, he needed something to do. I might even go mad and bake something later."
"Usually when you go mad, it involves combat gear," he says suspiciously. She does make a good cup of tea, though. He frowns into the steam rising from his mug. There's little in this universe that does better for his mood than the smell of good Earl Grey.
"Butter, flour, sugar, perhaps minor chemical reactions to induce leavening," she says. "Cross my single heart. Come on, Time Lord. Everyone needs a day off now and again. I'll let you help me stir if you're good. Come and have some toast first."
