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I'll never stray again... [Active]
Character(s): Rose, the Doctor
Content: Rose is still waiting, but she doesn't lose faith! Her Doctor comes :3
Setting: Muspelheim
Time: Late afternoon
Warnings: Happy-squeeing-gush charries? :DDD YAY REUNIONS!
Rose scuffed a shoe against the ground, distracting herself with the silvery strands of grass and the similar tree leaves. Since she had sent Vincent on his way, she had sat back in the bench, got up, wandered around, sat back down, people-watched, and rinsed it all, lathered it up, and repeated. She sighed, folded her arms over her black jacket, and looked down at her shoe.
She knew that the TARDIS wasn't in tip-top-shape here,but then, was the TARDIS ever in tip-top-shape? If her cell phone barely functioned, then the ship would have trouble too. She knew this, and didn't lose any faith... she just hated waiting. To think earlier (this afternoon?) she had thought she would never see him again, surely never again in the flesh.
Her fingers twitch where they gripped her elbows. She shifted weight from one foot to another.
In some odd way it seemed too soon, but then, it also wasn't soon enough.
But with a small chuckle, she hoped her mum wasn't flipping her lid about her disappearance. She'd probably be blaming the Doctor about it, too. The thought settled Rose, just a bit.
Content: Rose is still waiting, but she doesn't lose faith! Her Doctor comes :3
Setting: Muspelheim
Time: Late afternoon
Warnings: Happy-squeeing-gush charries? :DDD YAY REUNIONS!
Rose scuffed a shoe against the ground, distracting herself with the silvery strands of grass and the similar tree leaves. Since she had sent Vincent on his way, she had sat back in the bench, got up, wandered around, sat back down, people-watched, and rinsed it all, lathered it up, and repeated. She sighed, folded her arms over her black jacket, and looked down at her shoe.
She knew that the TARDIS wasn't in tip-top-shape here,
Her fingers twitch where they gripped her elbows. She shifted weight from one foot to another.
In some odd way it seemed too soon, but then, it also wasn't soon enough.
But with a small chuckle, she hoped her mum wasn't flipping her lid about her disappearance. She'd probably be blaming the Doctor about it, too. The thought settled Rose, just a bit.
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She'd been in two universes now, what's one more?
Rose leaned back, just a little, still very much holding her arms around him. There was always a chance (it was them after all, even if the fates were liking them right now) that something would go wrong. Her eyes were bright, and her smile was the familiar, cheeky one of hers, tongue pushed against her teeth. "Just like old times," she agreed. "Nothing wrong with being trapped in this city."
It was a nice city. And, "'s'not like it's impossible or something." Such a word wasn't in his dictionary. If it was "impossible" to escape, then he'd find a way. Or at least sort out the kinks of the city. Well, they would.