[ Her Shiba was such great okay. And yes, she will adamently wait, practically pacing until he shows up. To which she will readily reach for his jacket and reel him into her room. Just ... Just because it's been ages since she's seen him. Alone. Or in general.
Or it feels like it, at least. And after everything with Eleven... ]
They were stolen, really. By beings called the Gentlemen.
They were perfect gentlemen up until the murders started. As it turns out, the sound of a voice is fatal, so they locked ours up in a box. Then they were free to slice hearts out of bodies all they pleased.
We were fighting them in the dark. It was unpleasant business all around.
[ Well colour Rose properly horrified. Or ... at least seriously disturbed. Voice-snatching, heart stealing... And he'd been here, without her. She'd been the one out of harms way this time, damnit.
Her hand finds his chest, splayed across the spot where his heart is. She'd have both up, but ... Well. ]
But ... You're alright. Were you alright? An' don't lie t'me; were you... [ Alive. The whole time. ]
[ She lets out a breath she hadn't even realized she'd taken hold of, eyes sliding shut in utter relief. She wasn't sure she could handle the death of another one so soon-- Or not him. Except Six had gotten it this time, and she isn't sure if that's any better. So she drops her forehead, steps closer so it can land upon their hands.
She wanted to punch them. Or maybe collect them all and lock them in the TARDIS, had that magical box been here in her proper shape. ]
Next time, we stick together. I can't-- take this anymore.
[ She turns her head until her cheek can rest against his chest. It's still odd, and oddly comforting, being able to be so close to this version of him. He was never as touchy feely as his next self, after all. Not that she's complaining now, of course. ]
Or you could just use your bracelet an' call me up. Or... We could just spend more time t'gether.
[ And she hates him for that. For putting her first like he does. Because she's stupidly stubborn and likes it that way. She'd take physical injury over the pain of losing him any day. ]
Will you stay with me? Tonight- I mean, tonight.
[ It's said in a rush, and quite out of the blue. ]
[Hm. He's slept over maybe once or twice in all this time. For people who know they're both in love, that's odd. But he's got a hunch that she means a little more this time. Natural progression.
The thought of it makes his nerves buzz with wonder, and after a moment he nods.]
[ It's a cover. A habitual one. They've shared beds before, in the past. But only for, very strictly, sleeping. Because often times they'd end up with one optional bed; and it wasn't like he'd slept that often before, anyway.
Except now it's ... different. Isn't it? They're in love, he's told her, kissed her. There was no need for her to feel defensive or awkward about wanting him over, was there? Besides, they could just. Lay together all night, and she'd probably be happy. So she takes his hand anyway, and starts to lead him off towards the bedroom. ]
I mean... I'd take a bit of Doctor-time. Like I said; s'been a while since I last saw you.
[ She'll lead him right into her room and only let go of his hand to flop onto her bed. In a sit. And then scoot back and pat the mattress for him to join her. ]
Jacket off. [ In case he tries to flop down with it still on. ]
I'm... yeah. I'm just. Tired. You know? The running is great when I've got you t'run with but... It's exhausting in a not-nice way when it's alone. Been here ages now, but I still can't shake how it felt.
[He shrugs the well-worn jacket off and gently sets his shoes aside, immediately wondering if that isn't a ploy to draw him closer to her for warmth. If it is, it worked. He sits shoulder to shoulder with her.]
All that time apart that I haven't lived through yet, you mean?
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Don't mind me, just getting used to the sound of my own voice again.
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Now that would've been fun. Nah, got a little dog-type, me. Think it was called ... a Shiba Inu or somethin'. Smaller version of those Akita types.
...What do you mean? What happened? --No, hang on. You come over. We'll have a cuppa an' you can tell me about it. All of it.
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And...yeah, all right. If you've gotta do your fussing.
[A short while later, he's there, looking a little tired but pleased to see her.]
Morning.
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[ Her Shiba was such great okay. And yes, she will adamently wait, practically pacing until he shows up. To which she will readily reach for his jacket and reel him into her room. Just ... Just because it's been ages since she's seen him. Alone. Or in general.
Or it feels like it, at least. And after everything with Eleven... ]
I'm not fussing.
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[He takes one look at her hand fisted in his jacket and cocks an eyebrow at her. Huh. He follows faithfully.]
Like I was about to say, we lost our voices.
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You lost your voices. [ AKA; start talking, Time Boy. ]
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They were perfect gentlemen up until the murders started. As it turns out, the sound of a voice is fatal, so they locked ours up in a box. Then they were free to slice hearts out of bodies all they pleased.
We were fighting them in the dark. It was unpleasant business all around.
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Her hand finds his chest, splayed across the spot where his heart is. She'd have both up, but ... Well. ]
But ... You're alright. Were you alright? An' don't lie t'me; were you... [ Alive. The whole time. ]
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They didn't get me. Or any of our group. But they killed six.
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She wanted to punch them. Or maybe collect them all and lock them in the TARDIS, had that magical box been here in her proper shape. ]
Next time, we stick together. I can't-- take this anymore.
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[He slowly wraps his free arm around her, gently rubbing her back.]
First sign of trouble, we come together. We need a signal.
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[ She turns her head until her cheek can rest against his chest. It's still odd, and oddly comforting, being able to be so close to this version of him. He was never as touchy feely as his next self, after all. Not that she's complaining now, of course. ]
Or you could just use your bracelet an' call me up. Or... We could just spend more time t'gether.
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[His head drops to rest atop hers. The scent's become rather familiar by now. He smiles into her hair.]
We've got some lost time to make up for, haven't we?
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[ She doesn't sound quite as pleasant about it as he. ]
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[This is where he draws back a little, gently shifting the hand between them to prop her chin up.]
There was more than a dog.
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No. Or- Not exactly. Got in a bit of a tiff with your Eleventh self. [ Which was about the biggest understatement ever. ]
But I meant more... from back home. S'been a long time since I've seen this you, and ... A long time since I've seen you in general.
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[The other comments sting a little, and he longs to make it up to her now. But protecting Rose always seems to come first.]
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No- No he doesn't.
[ And she hates him for that. For putting her first like he does. Because she's stupidly stubborn and likes it that way. She'd take physical injury over the pain of losing him any day. ]
Will you stay with me? Tonight- I mean, tonight.
[ It's said in a rush, and quite out of the blue. ]
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The thought of it makes his nerves buzz with wonder, and after a moment he nods.]
Planning to sleep?
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[ It's a cover. A habitual one. They've shared beds before, in the past. But only for, very strictly, sleeping. Because often times they'd end up with one optional bed; and it wasn't like he'd slept that often before, anyway.
Except now it's ... different. Isn't it? They're in love, he's told her, kissed her. There was no need for her to feel defensive or awkward about wanting him over, was there? Besides, they could just. Lay together all night, and she'd probably be happy. So she takes his hand anyway, and starts to lead him off towards the bedroom. ]
I mean... I'd take a bit of Doctor-time. Like I said; s'been a while since I last saw you.
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[He finally smiles again as he follows her.]
You all right? Other than the scuffle with the elder Doctor.
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Jacket off. [ In case he tries to flop down with it still on. ]
I'm... yeah. I'm just. Tired. You know? The running is great when I've got you t'run with but... It's exhausting in a not-nice way when it's alone. Been here ages now, but I still can't shake how it felt.
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[He shrugs the well-worn jacket off and gently sets his shoes aside, immediately wondering if that isn't a ploy to draw him closer to her for warmth. If it is, it worked. He sits shoulder to shoulder with her.]
All that time apart that I haven't lived through yet, you mean?
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... Yeah, that. I mean- there's a good year or so between when you- regenerate. But.
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[He sighs heavily.]
Before the war, the Time Lords didn't like me much. They pulled me from Jamie---I told him when we were in Vanaheim.
Now that there's no higher authority, the universe still sees fit to separate us. Can't win.
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