poly_chromatic | 025 ▌Un to Intentional Recording [video]

[It's not really that it's worse, just more brought to the surface than he prefers. But he'd keep everything in deep and covered if he had the choice, so it's probably good that he doesn't have much say in the matter, normally.

When she looks at him he's particularly glad he kept most everything internal anyway though. Maybe a little shining, but that's about all. She does get a look similar to the considering one she got previously though.]

Depends which myth you're following. Which one you want. Why?

[Now see, she should have kept crying, make him get some of the internal out. She does see the shiny eyes though. She raises one eyebrow at him.]

Told you I'd stay with you forever.

[Well, that statement will likely provoke some more feelings anyway, so no worries there.

The considering look turns quite stern, despite all the shining.]

Now... No. No doing that.

[In that case, more feelings are good.]

Just a question, Doctor. S'not like there's a fountain to drink from anyhow.

[She takes a shallow breath, holds it a sec and then lets it out in a bit of a sigh. There's probably still a good deal of emotion coming out of her even if she's not actively trying to direct it to him. It's one of those 'there's so much, she's not controlling it well' things. Lots of love, desperation and sadness.] I want more of me and you.

[He's still looking carefully at her, for any signs of something beyond that having been some sort of offhand comment. It's a little difficult what with all the emotion surrounding everything though, between what's on her face, what he's feeling, and what she's sharing with him. Given that there's so much, it's a little overwhelming. Well, and that it was overwhelming anyway. That's mostly what started all this. but ultimately, he accepts it for now. There's not much else he can do at the moment and he has a decent amount of faith in her not looking to do something like that.]

You wouldn't want to drink from most fountains anyway. A lot of them just taste of old pennies and antibacterials. Or, possibly worse, old pennies and bacteria.

[He lets his gaze drift a little, looking a bit more towards the ceiling instead, because maybe that will be easier.]

Have more than we were expecting to already.

[As he should be. Though really, she doesn't think she'll find the answer in any fountains here. She makes an eww face at his comment.]

Better run 'em by you 'least before hand.

[She's sort of focusing on his mouth or his jaw, not really looking him in the eye.] Mmmm m'greedy but...yeah. Like that bit.

I somehow doubt you'll ever feel the urge to drink water out of a fountain. I haven't ever seen you do it before. You should be fine.

[Little pause after she says her last comment because... Well, because he needed one.] Yeah. You and me together again against the universe. [Never mind that Donna's here, future and past selves are here, future companions are here and now his daughter is here. It's like being surrounded by family again, or some form of it anyway. Because he's terrified of losing any of you the more domestic this all becomes.]

'Less I end up a dog one weekend. [She would totally be a golden retriever.

She understands that. Or she would if she knew how he felt about it. She moves her hands from his neck, sliding her arms as much around him/under him as she can and sort of tangling her legs up with his so that he's as effectively wrapped up in Rose as she can manage in their current position.]

We're goin' to be all right. Me and you together. [It's another bit of same feelings/different perspectives. She loves having all of their 'family' here but she has him and as long as he doesn't go anywhere she's both blissful and terrified of losing him. It's the reason her first action every morning is to make sure he's still in the City through some means, whether it's looking for him, texting him or talking to him.]

[He absolutely lets her fully envelop him in Rose in as much as she can, with his own arms still around her back from before and feeling altogether well wrapped up with her. It's a strange but lovely feeling, and strange mostly just because it's new. He takes a deep breath in and closes his eyes with the exhale, feeling where she is, where he is, where they both are. It's very nice. When he replies, his voice reflects that. Softer again, quieter, much, much more tired, because he was exhausted when she first happened upon him - both physically and mentally, but not without a little negativity because of the whole train of thought he's not let her privy to. Considering she's part of it, he doesn't intend to.] Yeah. We'll be all right.

[They should probably go to the bedroom and sleep especially considering they have people staying in the flat. That means moving and Rose isn't entirely sure she's ready to move yet. There's an almost nagging urge to tell him she loves him. It's all the 'losing' each other thoughts and talk and reassurances that they'll be okay. She stifles the urge, pressing a kiss against his neck instead.]

We've still got too many things to do.

[Probably. He is also too comfortable to initiate movement right now, and actually isn't thinking in that sort of mindset right now. It's not that he isn't aware they're in the flat and is entirely focused on Rose, it's that he's focused on all of them and isn't thinking in terms of 'oh yeah that might be awkward'. He looks back down at her when she kisses his neck, a little unsure of what to do.]

We're doing them. We've got time.

[She wishes there were a way to make him feel better about what's on his mind, promise him he won't lose any of them. She can't though. No one can because he will lose them all someday, hopefully decades from now but someday. She nods a bit at his reassurance and shifts a bit more so that she can kiss him properly.]

[There's honestly not a whole lot most anyone can do when he decides to go all maudlin and anxious, so objectively she's done fairly well with things. The shift to being the one giving assurance rather than getting it probably helps to an extent, since he tends to be better in that sort of position, being more accustomed to it. Initially he responds possibly even desperately to the kiss, pulling her a little closer and engaging almost instantly, but it's fairly quickly that he slows back down to something much more passive. There's quite a lot of keeping things in check and doing some of that a little poorly right now.]

[She's honestly not sure what to do about the desperation nor the way that he pulls back. After several seconds, she pulls away, moving to get out of the hammock. Her hands slide down his arms to take his hands in hers.]

Come on. We're goin' to take a trip to a planet called DoctorandRosevania.

[AKA their bedroom. She thinks he needs a lot more comfort than she ought to be providing in a semi-public room.]

[He hadn't meant to confuse her any more than he'd really meant to react that way. There isn't any resistance as she takes his hands, although he doesn't move for a moment or two. But it's just a moment or two, and then he moves to get up with her.]

I haven't heard of that one.

Brilliant place. Little solitary. Population of two. [She has no idea if this is the right way to respond, to help him. In a way, it's selfish. She wants to be closer to him, to forget for a moment there's a past or a future and just be right there with him, the only two people in the entire universe.

She opens the door, holding it for him as she steps inside.]

Sounds quiet. Sure it's not too boring? [Perhaps. But he really doesn't know either, and if he starts to feel like he does and this isn't it, then he'll let her know.

He follows her in, shutting it quietly behind him. The other hand has refused to let go of hers; the one only did because she needed to open the door in the first place.]

[In that case, she feels a bit better about being selfish.]

Definitely not borin' but if you get bored, lemme know and we can leave.

[And there's his invite to opt out at any time. She turns to face him, tugging him toward her with the hand she's still holding and taking a couple of steps toward him as well until she's close enough to wind one arm up around his neck]

Best thing 'bout it. We can stay as long as we like.

[He nods.] Yeah.

[It's very easy to let her pull him toward her, and when she's finally close enough, he lets his free arm settle around her waist. The comment about staying is clearly meant to be a good thing - and to some degree it is - although right now it really just hits him incorrectly and takes a pause before replying.]

Someone should have told me about it sooner.

[She's content to stay like that, still holding one hand, her other hand at the back of his neck. She's close enough now that she has to look up at him. There's a slightly puzzled look on her face]

Why's that?

[He's quite good with this for the moment as well. It's a good closeness. He shakes his head a little, looking down at her but a bit out of focus.]

Just would have saved a lot of worrying is all.

[It takes her a moment to understand what he means. She's fairly adept at figuring the Doctor out though. When she does realise what he means, her expression changes to one that's incredibly sad. There's no crying though. She moves her hand from the back of his neck to rest against his cheek.]

I will always find you. There's no where the universe can hide you from me.

[He does quite a lot of worrying about you, Rose. Most recently it's been more of the anxious buzzing sort, which he isn't used to. The normal sort of worry is the one where you think the other person is just about to be seriously maimed, or die, or mentally scarred, or lost forever, right? That's the one that's easier to deal with. His voice is a bit think when he replies, cutting the humour of the words.]

Extra special, me. Nothing else similar. [Except for the other two of him here, which doesn't count. And Jenny. Clearly she's part Time Lord but he's yet to establish how fully that can happen with such ramshackle reproduction. Anyway.]

[She nods, hand sliding up so she can kind of tangle her fingers in his hair.]

Extra special me. Keyed to find just you. [She's pretty sure that none of those matter. She could find him. She's not sure how. She doesn't understand it but she's beginning to understand a little bit of how impossible what she did before was.]

[He closes his eyes as she slides it up, which works because it hides the even still a bit shiny eyes and saves having to try and focus on her this close and all manner of things and hair messing just feels good always.

It was very impossible, Rose Tyler. Quite impossible. Not the sort of impossible he throws around when he's looking at something that's happening and saying that it can't happen when clearly it can, impossible. Impossible so that he didn't even try, impossible. There's a very faint, thin smile that starts after her comment.]

Special indeed. Key for a Time Lord.

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