rose tyler (ex_rosetyler358) wrote in aternaville, |
She was running now, throwing inhibition and caution out to the wind and into planes of impossible hope and delight, the transformation from a young woman with a mature grasp on reality into the vibrant joys of a child on Christmas morning. The delight was bubbling up in her throat like bubbles from champagne and the palms of her hands were tingling with vibrant energy. For a moment Rose felt as if she were back in the first days they had traveled together, where anything was possible, and she had to quiet down the urge to do anything reminiscent of those times.
Her boots were pounding hard, fierce steps into the mud and because of that she lost her grasp on the ground, the watery sludge skidding out beneath her heel to send her off balance. A curse bubbled in the back of her throat and was muted by her hair, but that didn't stop her from barreling forward, catapulting into a warm, wiry chest.
The sensation was enough to shock the breath out of her but Rose didn't want to waste this moment on recovering her senses so she held on as tightly as she could and forced herself not to reel too strongly. In reality, the sight - and feel - of him again was enough to render her speechless and motionless at any time but now, perhaps because of what she had seen in the past, she was grasping tightly to any shred of composure that would keep her standing upright.
"Oh -" The muted gasp came from her mouth in spite of herself, but she did lift her head and look up, directly into his face.