rose tyler (ex_rosetyler358) wrote in aternaville, |
The pads of the fingers at her free hand crept upwards and scrubbed away an invisible smudge on the tip of her nose, as if that would somehow erase or take part in erasing the filth she was so sure had been taking its toll across her mind. Rose would never be so quick to abscond herself of blame, she was far too self-sacrificial for that, too insistent that she was capable of healing more of the worlds' ailments than most would want to experience at all. She cared, and deeply at that, and those things didn't go away.
"Stop it," she said quietly, her voice tense around the hard, swollen lump of tears and emotions that had clogged itself up in her throat, that was threatening adamantly to rid her of the ability to breathe. "Stop. Don't say that, you know it won't change my mind. We've had this conversation and done this dance before, you and I, you've told me so many times about the horrible things you could do and have done and all of the reasons that I shouldn't care about you. I know you think you know what's best for me, but the truth is that it doesn't matter. I've already decided how I feel about you. And that isn't going to change. No matter what you tell me now, about him or you or anything in the past, I'm not going to change my mind."
Her hand reached across the space between them and her fingers closed down on his again, hard and insistent. There was no venom in her voice, only insistent and driven intensity. "You can tell me that it isn't my fault, but I don't want you to demean yourself in the process. Because that won't help."