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Rose Tyler Will Defend the Earth (plusone) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

At that, Rose's eyes lit up as if he'd just told her it was Christmas and her birthday all at once. She'd wanted to ask but had honestly been afraid to. The thought of someone else, anyone else, sleeping in her old room broke her heart. It had taken twice as long to adjust to her room at her father's house because she'd ached so to be back here. Even if she was living in a mansion with anything she could've asked for, her heart was still in the TARDIS.

With barely a blink, she gathered up her skirts and grinned. "What're we waiting for?" she asked him, and turned down the familiar corridor towards her old room, pausing only briefly to admire the parts of the ship she hadn't seen in years. Finally, finally, as if it had been hours rather than a mere couple of minutes, she swung the door open, knowing he was probably not far behind her. Rose breathed in deeply, tears springing involuntarily to her eyes. For a moment, she could almost imagine that she'd never left, that they'd just returned from some Renaissance-era voyage and she was about to go tuck herself in, but not until teasing him for some event or another that he'd caused on the trip.

A bittersweet smile flickered over her face and she leaned against the wall, not wanting to walk in just yet. She wanted to take it all in. They could be home tomorrow, for all she knew. They knew so little about this place and how things carried on at home while they were there. If, for any reason, this was her last opportunity to be in the blue police box, she wanted to make it worth it. "God, it's just perfect," she murmured, not so much to him as just out loud in general. "Just...completely..." She didn't get to finish her sentence, though, as she made her way to the bed and picked up a piece of lilac coloured fabric lying there. "You actually kept this old thing?" she questioned, holding up the hooded jacket she'd worn so often on their adventures. It smelled of him and the TARDIS and time itself.