rose tyler (ex_rosetyler358) wrote in aternaville, |
He'd never quite fallen into the category of a dog with a bone who didn't want to let go of it no matter what it meant, but he did have a habit of refusing to discard a topic until he had the answer he wanted to know. Didn't matter, either, if the answer was pleasant or horrifying, if he wanted to know something he assaulted the person capable of giving him the knowledge in a gentle, persistent fashion (most of the time) until he was told what he wanted to know. Rose felt the uncomfortable knowledge of this situation creep itself up between her shoulder blades and lost comprehension of her physical self just long enough to actually shiver against it. He was going to think she was completely mad, shivering at a chill that wasn't there.
"No, it's just -" How to say it? How to even begin something that shouldn't have a beginning or an ending, only the silence of a conversation never once meant to be? Fear and sadness and pain slammed across the moonstone surface of her eyes in a partially translucent curtain, not unlike a film of unshed tears, and Rose felt a tightness well up in her throat. No going back now, is there? Never is, that's the funny thing with going back, it'd be such a convenient thing but there's no way to.
"- it's not that. It's just that he's..different." It was a pathetic, lame ending to a sentence and anyone overhearing it might have heard only confusion, but there was a fine thread of fear in her tone that afterward Rose had desperately wished she could snip away and destroy.