𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠

His bespoke psychopath. A trained assassin, ex-convict, wife, mother and professor. ᴿᴾ/ᶠᵃᵏᵉ

[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 @SongThroughTime]

𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢.

River Song roleplay account. Multiverse/ship. AU based. 21+ writer. Triggering content/NSFW. Mirrored detail. Penned by Nixie.

[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 @SongThroughTime]

Oh.

She didn't forget his birthday did she?

[◜ ⋆ 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 ⋆ .⁣ @KINDLYFEARED]

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Birthdays: an entire day to
be narcissistic… one of
humanity’s more ridiculous
inventions— 𝕭𝐮𝐭 the cake
is quite good.
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[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 @SongThroughTime]

Dusting off some books.

[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 @SongThroughTime]

|| would love to bring this account back

[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 @SongThroughTime]

<— naturally, nursing a headache with a large glass of wine

[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 @SongThroughTime]

No, you didn't just hear her crying.

[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 @SongThroughTime]

"Long day," she admits, taking a deep breath as she settles into the ground.

"Field trip. Got quite intense."

[felicity. @youngerfeather]

She’s getting a slight side eye as he puts it away.
“What’s up with you?”

[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 @SongThroughTime]

Rolling her eyes, getting down to the ground to lay beside him. To reassure him she's fine, of course.

"Put that away."

[felicity. @youngerfeather]

Taking his sonic from his pocket to point it at her, all whilst laying flat.

[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 @SongThroughTime]

Standing up might induce a heart attack.

[felicity. @youngerfeather]

He’s laying on the floor, quite relaxed actually. She should join him.

[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 @SongThroughTime]

Her heart is racing.

[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 @SongThroughTime]

@StillNotGinge_ She's rolling her eyes, hand dropping to prove her point and fake a bit of moodiness to get her way.

"I'm going to give you one chance to rearrange that sentence..."

[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 @SongThroughTime]

She's lying comfortably, head turned to the side to rest against his stomach for comfort. Not that anything's wrong, she just wants to be touched.

"Boys and their toys," she hums teasingly.

[felicity. @youngerfeather]

Has @SongThroughTime’s head in his lap whilst he fiddles with the settings of his screwdriver and putting an update on it. A Stevie wonder record playing behind them.

[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 @SongThroughTime]

"The TARDIS should be able to do that automatically if you let her..."

She's already trailing off. She is indeed now going to be lying in the bath for the rest of the afternoon.

[felicity. @youngerfeather]

Pausing to reposition his goggles onto his forehead to look at her with an innocent frown.
“I’m just recalibrating, dear! Won’t be long.”

[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 @SongThroughTime]

Ohh. He's driving her insane.

Eyes rolling, she's stimping down the steps towards him, hands on hips.

"Either that's going to stop this very second, or I'm going to go and spend the next two hours in the bath."

[felicity. @youngerfeather]

It’s not going to help that he’s crating a racket under the console, sparks flying and parts clattering.

[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 @SongThroughTime]

Don't tell anyone but she's still nursing her hangover from new years.

ShesGettingOld.

[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 @SongThroughTime]

@StillNotGinge_ She nods with a raise of a eyebrow and a click of her tongue.

"You could overheat," she adds, eyeing him up and down as she reveals his bare chest.

[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 @SongThroughTime]

"Oh my...!"

She's bursting into giggles.

"Hello, sweetie."

[felicity. @youngerfeather]

Popping out of a big presents, he’s wrapped himself in wrapping paper all for @SongThroughTime

[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 @SongThroughTime]

@StillNotGinge_ She's still laughing. With him rather than at him, of course. Stepping forward, she hooks her finger under the wrapping paper at his neck and pulls it down his chest, ripping through the paper with a nail.

[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 @SongThroughTime]

@StillNotGinge_ River bites her lip to stop herself chuckling anymore than she already is. The idea is romantic. It really is.

"I can't wait to rip this paper off. That's for sure."

[𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 @SongThroughTime]

@StillNotGinge_ She giggles as he does so, hands on hips as he clambers out. It's a very amusing sight.

"Merry Christmas. How long did this take you?"