rose tyler (ex_rosetyler358) wrote in aternaville, |
The truth was that returning to the TARDIS was always going to feel like a homecoming, regardless of how they came to be there again. Rose had become far too accustomed to her room there, to the things she cared about being in one place, and even in its dilapidated, chaotic kind of state, a twist of her heart still made her feel comforted, as if they were closer to home than she might have realized.
When the Doctor guided her inside, she took care to listen to his warnings. Wires and cords were tangled like slumbering snakes here and there, and the machine's interior was torn apart as if a great hand had reached inside and ripped it to shreds without a second's consideration for what the consequences might be. But the walls were still standing, and somehow, it was still welcoming.
"Got to give her some time to heal," she said thoughtfully, her tone moving across universe and void alike to recall a time where she and a group of individuals who still did not know her name had constructed the means for her to leap through time and space. "Still feels like being home, though."