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Tweak says, "i don't do kissing."

rose tyler is fantastic. (badwulf) wrote in territories_log,
@ 2022-08-06 01:49:00

thread | AUGUST 5TH

ROSE & THE DOCTOR

august 5th. | g. | the tardis.

"She'd love to see you. So would I."

It hadn't been so long ago. Or had it?

Following their exchange, Rose took a day to pick herself up and wrestle her courage to pay him that visit. When had she gone so yellow, again? Oh, right. When her best friend said he went and changed his face not once, but twice, to keep on living. When she was smack dab with the inevitable that, one way or another, she was gonna be cut from this fantastical equation. So very human, her. Rose Tyler hadn't much of anything to be ashamed of when it came to her humanity, but it could be an inconvenient reminder. A unavoidable fragility that would call it quits before she did, if she had anything to say about it. Someday—

Well, here it was, more or less. Something must've happened to her, she reasoned. Perhaps even sooner rather than later, depending on when he came from. They'd been brilliant. Past tense.

And what about it? What about the only him she'd—thus far—known? She thought of Satellite 5, of the Daleks and the possibility that one of those regenerations was a product of it. Rose had been desperate to cross the two hundred thousand year gap to get back to him. She remembered a light, the haunt of a melody. She recalled, however vague, hearing him, feeling him, before the hum of the TARDIS surrounded her. After that? The Moya.

Wrapped up with anxiousness, her gut a knot of questions, she neared the familiar blue doors. Hesitance, she hated it, stayed her hand.

And then she knocked.

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tumblingnebulas
2022-08-11 09:23 am UTC (link)

Nutty old man, madman. Either way. Given he'd used the descriptor himself more than once, he'd take it.

He recognised the blind faith in Rose for what it was. Had seen the same in Amy. In so many of them, over the years. Dangerous, that's what it was. But that didn't stop him doing nothing about it. Nutty old man, she'd called him. Nutty and vain, that was him. And look just where that had left so many of them.

But that wasn't for thinking about right now (if ever). Right now was about Rose, and helping her feel a bit less adrift about this whole thing, even if she was placing blind faith in his vague assurances.

When she seemed to be done with being a bit stubborn and brave and clung to him, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She didn't say anything and neither did he at first, managing to stay silent for at least a couple of minutes. That wasn't bad for him, really. It had been so long since he'd seen her, and guilt aside, he was able to glean some comfort from the moment himself. "We'll figure this out." It was just going to take time, apparently. Patience. His favourite game.

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