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Tweak says, "I'm gonna slap you in a minute"

Rose Tyler Will Defend the Earth (plusone) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2020-07-09 12:35:00

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active: rose tyler, inactive: 10th doctor

Who: The Doctor and Rose Tyler
What: Feels, grief, it's gonna be a cheerful one (honestly it's them, maybe it will be)
When: Thursday
Where: Their flat
Warnings: Probably none, will update if needed

Of course Rose had been out talking to the locals. It was a part of who she was. You couldn't figure out anything without talking to the people being affected by it all. She wouldn't call it exploring, really, but in a way it sort of was. And she knew two people who would love to go exploring. Only one of them...well.

That wasn't going to be easy news to hear, was it? He'd already lost so much and she knew she wasn't really helping by being as distant as she'd been but, well... She'd kind of lost a lot, too. She was trying to trust him more, open up to him all over again. But knowing that this place could pull them all back at any time? They'd already lost the other version of him. Her. However that worked. And now, Jenny.

She lightly knocked on his door before peeking her head inside. "Hey. Got a minute? We should maybe talk." Assuming he didn't already sense her missing. Jenny was, after all, fully part him. Or he might have already found the empty room. Their flat felt oddly deserted and she wasn't fond of it.

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doctorfun
2020-08-01 12:22 pm UTC (link)

His expression became more tight somehow, the memory of holding Jenny in his arms as she took her last breath still burned into his mind. Just as he anxiously began to rub his hands together, Rose disrupted the anxiety with her brand of perfect comfort. In surprise, he looked first at the gesture, then reluctantly to her face. Did he have the hearts to say Jenny was going back to meet her death? No, he supposed not.

"She does," he replied almost emptily, any effort to forcibly perk himself up now seemed to fail. Pretending for so long hadn't gotten him anywhere. What did he have to show for it? Countless lost companions, a Time Lord Victorious, and the knowledge that his song was coming to a likely fateful end.

Perhaps the tired he felt existed deeper in his bones.

"Drown? Me?" He halfheartedly scoffed. "Nah, I'd sort it out. Got floaties in those pockets, Rose. Never leave the flat without portable floaties that inflate themselves. Might find yourself walking the plank and then drowning in your own coat. Can't have that."

If he was serious about it, the world would never know. The vast amount of things within his infinite pockets was of an unpredictable variety. Generally, he almost always found whatever he needed most when the time came. His repeated attempts at lightening the mood for her sake kept failing, which was evident in the way the Doctor squeezed Rose's hand in search of comfort only she had been able to give him. How he'd missed those tiny moments between them.

"She loved running," he offered suddenly, wearing a glum smile as he regarded Rose. "Imagine that, hm? My daughter, a runner. Who knew."

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