im_thedoctor (im_thedoctor) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-03-22 17:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | eleventh doctor, rose tyler |
Who: Troy and Rose
Where: Rose's Flat
When: 3/22/2015: Early afternoon
What: Dream discussions.
Rating: Mediumish, there may be discussion of death: usually is when Troy talks Doctors.
Status: Ongoing and Closed
Troy pulled up in front of John and Rose's flat, pulling his car to a complete stop before turning it off. It'd been awhile since he'd seen the girl; it'd been awhile since he'd even seen his cousin, for that matter, but he'd seen John all his life. And there'd be plenty of days to see him again, which Troy made note of; he'd have to see him again someday, the two needed to talk more. Get close again. Still though, he was here to see Rose today, they shared something suddenly, something he wasn't even sure he'd ever be able to fully understand. A dream world. That simply didn't make sense, and yet here it was, obvious as the dashboard in front of him.
Shaking his head, he pushed open the door and shut it behind him; the cool air touching at his skin, there was a light breeze off the ocean today, and the brightness of the sun helped meet each other halfway, giving the temperature a perfect tone, and the weather a wonderful attitude about it. The sun felt nice, and reinvigorated the man who hadn't been able to sleep well in the past few months, thanks to his attacking dreams. Persistent and ferocious, they left him awake most nights really.
Making his way up the path to her flat, Troy wondered just what he might say to Rose, what she might even want to talk about. She and Clara seemed eager to talk about it at times, though John and he seemed far from it. Running from a reality he wasn't sure he wanted to admit to yet. Still, it would be odd, because it was obvious to Troy that Rose was dreaming of the same person, but it was a different face; yet, Troy was within that face, behind those eyes. He didn't understand it, and frankly he wasn't sure he wanted to.
Regardless, he did want to see Rose at least, it'd been too long, and so as he approached the door the professor knocked deliberately on her door, standing back a moment as he waited for her. White button up shirt was tucked into black, belted trousers. No jacket today, it was far too warm for that. And so he waited, staring at the door to see if she would answer; curious, as it were, if John were even home at the moment. He also hoped he wasn't interrupting too much, what with Rose being gone so much, it must be hard for the two to find time to each other. Still, he had to talk to someone.