poly_chromatic | 025 ▌Un to Intentional Recording [video]

[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.

[She doesn't mind that he closes his eyes. She sort of looks at it like he's finally, kind of relaxing. Impossible in the 'Rose Tyler scoffs at Impossible when it involves getting back to him' sort of way. She does shake her head at his words though.]

Nope not a Time Lord. Not another regeneration. Just you.

[She wants him to know that he's special. Out of all the regenerations and companions and daughters, he's special.]

[He opens his eyes a little bit at that, brow slightly furrowed and looking down at her again. The muscle in his jaw is working for a moment and then stops partially because her hand is on his cheek and partially because he changes his mind about something. A deliberating process is gone.]

Just me. [Almost a whisper at this point, not that he's been speaking loudly at all this whole time.] Thank you. [It's another few moments of staying in that position before he finally lets his head drop a bit and rest on her shoulder for a moment, near the base of her neck. Still standing, still holding her close, just being close to and around and reminded.]

[When his head goes to her shoulder, she slides her hand around to rest in his hair at the back of his head, leaning her head slightly to the side to rest atop his. When she speaks, it's a whisper as well.]

Just you. [She presses a kiss against his head then goes back to resting her head against his, content to let him rest against her as long as he likes.]

[He is content to stand like that for a little while, deep breaths in and out and evidently just soaking her in as much as possible, because she's here and he can still do that and maybe if he makes her as concrete as possible she'll have no choice but to stay. Concrete doesn't go anywhere anyway.

But he does straighten up again eventually. There is a somewhat considerable difference in height that makes that a little bit of a stretch, and it's harder to talk to her.]

I'm glad you don't take no for an answer. It makes things much more straightforward.

[She is more than willing to be concrete and not go anywhere. She smiles a bit at him and nods. She squeezes the hand she's holding tightly and lets the hand in his hair drift down to the curve of his neck.]

I'll remember that. 'Doctor likes when I don't take no for an answer'. Very straightforward. You can always count on me pushin' 'til no turns into yes or 'til no isn't an option anymore.

[Hand squeezing is very good because as of right now he's really not relinquishing that hand anytime soon. It's nice to know she is disinclined to do the same.]

Awful lot of determination for one person.

[Definitely disinclined to do the same.]

Special person, me.

[She's trying to reassure him that all that determination won't burn out.]

[He doesn't think it will burn out, he just doesn't know where she puts it all when she's not using it. There's a definite strength to her that is just hard to understand properly.]

Oh, very. The specialest. Specialest Time Lord specialist.

[Still there. It just comes out in different ways like, the determination to make sure he doesn't wallow in broodiness; the determination to make certain he's nice to himself or the determination to make certain his ego keeps that delicate balance. It all comes from the same place. It just manifests in different ways.]

M'really goin' to have to get a bigger plaque at this rate. [She tip toes up a bit, pressing a kiss to his cheek. She slides her hand down his arm to his other hand, fingertips brushing against the ring on his finger. It's a little gesture, a reminder of the promise she made him: forever.]

Come on. Time for the next stop on the tour of planet DoctorandRosevania. [she tugs at his hands pulling him toward the bed because she's a bit afraid with the way he looks he's going to fall down from exhaustion or stress or both.]

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We'll just start using the door for it. Ought to be big enough. We'll hang it on the wall and get another door once you've filled it up.

[Because he's not going to stop giving them to her, obviously. He drops his head to look down at their hands at the gesture, watching fingers entwine and such. It's the sort of promise you always hope someone will stick to, but quietly and without really holding them to it too much if they don't. The fact that she's clearly putting it on a different level is taking some time to hit properly.

He shuffles forward with her without too much resistance, which probably means her assessment isn't too far off the mark.] This seems like it might be a short tour.

Door ought to work for awhile.

[she smiles at his words and nods a bit.]

Small planet but worth visitin'

[She sits down on the bed, scooting across but still holding his hands.]

Promise you'll enjoy this part of the tour. Haven't had a complaint yet.

Unless you start accumulating them much faster than you have been, it should work for a while yet, I think.

[That gets a bit of a smile in return as he moves to sit on the bed as well.]

Most of them are. The planets. And the tours, actually. Sometimes. It depends on how much of it is boring.

I think so. Ought to take pictures of it in the different stages. [She's probably becoming rather camera happy lately. She's got this idea that if she can take enough pictures and write enough down, they can keep this going forever. They've got the same issues; they're just handling them vastly different.

She piles pillows at the head of the bed and grabs an obnoxious, bright, pink, faux fur blanket from the foot. She drapes it over her shoulders and sort of reclines on the bed, her fingers still entwined with his. She's not willing to let go of him anytime soon and honestly, if she falls asleep holding onto him, he might have to pry himself away from her.]

Well this is goin' to be one of your favourite planets and tours.

[He's noticing. He can't tell if she's planning something with all these pictures or just suddenly likes taking pictures for some reason. She's handling them with plans and backups and in-case-I'm-gone's and he's handling it with sad. Very different.

That is a very pink, fur blanket you have there, Rose. He watches her move and scoots up the bed until he's sort of facing her on his side with his head on some of the pillows she piled up, still holding hands.]

You cold? [Because of the blanket. He's exhausted, physically, emotionally, the ticking is going to stop in seventeen minutes and he's already starting to feel his relief echo back at him from then and he's not sure what to do about any or all of it. It's not resolved - it can't be, there isn't an answer for it - and there's not much more that can be said right now partly because he is unwilling to say it. He's settled for lying very close to her, hands entwined.]

Getting there, yeah. You'll have to tell me what makes it so special.

[Planning for just in case. Rose's first priority always is to take care of the Doctor. This is all she can do for the moment. He has to have something to keep him from going 'round the bend while she rips a way back to him.

Mmmm yes but also very tactile which is the reason for getting it. She shakes her head at his question and slides closer to him, one leg draping over his as she moves close enough their bodies are nearly touching.]

It's sorta somethin' you've got to experience. [She whispers this just before leaning in to kiss him. It's a slow, languid kiss that says they've got lots of time. Nothing to hurry about here.]

[It is very difficult not to reach over and play with some of the strands poking up off the corner of her shoulder, so he settles for the little bit that didn't get dragged quite all the way up and is poking over at clasped hand height. Just a few fingers on the hand closest, feeling the fur between and on them and playing with it for a few moments before moving the slight bit back to where it had been before. She's started moving and it's better to pay attention to that sort of thing.

They haven't really got enough room to hold all four hands between them, so he lets go of one and lets it slide up her back and basically do the same thing he was just doing with the fur blanket, with her hair. (Which sounds horrible, but it's just a running-fingers-through-watching-mild-awe-appreciation sort of thing.) It has the added effect of pulling her upper body a little bit more towards him, not that there's that much distance to cover. But, he keeps the kiss at the same pace, calming himself, his thoughts, his anxieties, fears, all go in the process. This can have the unintended effect of her catching as much or as little of that as you want, he's just in such a vulnerable state at the moment it seemed like something that might happen because he forgot.]

Got a lot of that already. Experiences.

[When he starts playing with her hair, she does move closer so that there's not a lot of space between them. She pulls their joined hands up to rest between their chests.

She's taking her cue from him as far as the kissing goes. She reasons it's the best way to make certain that he's getting what he needs right now. Her free hand slides through his hair, down to his neck, dipping down into his collar. She's a little surprised by what she does get from him, simply because he's usually more in control and not broadcasting anything to her until things are much more physical. The fear and anxiety only surprise her in the strength that he feels them. She's known he's afraid of losing her for a while but it's the fear of losing everything else that surprises her. In response to all his fear and anxiety, it's almost instinct to send back feelings of love, faith and determination, reassuring him that she will find him. If she weren't determined to stay here, and to keep him here before, she certainly is now.]

Hmmm so you goin' to take over this tour, Doctor? [It's said in a whispery, teasing tone of voice between kisses]

[Losing her in that manner is definitely something he's worried about, although he's worried about losing her in any manner. Parallel universes, death... Anything in between.]

Long as the tour guide doesn't mind.

[He doesn't really wait too much for verbal confirmation though - everything up until now and the feelings he's getting from her feel like enough of that. The slow and languid is nice but a bit passive for how he's feeling at the moment, despite how much she has been able to do in calming things down. It's definitely not to the same desperate level he'd been at a little while ago in the hammock, but to a point it is fairly obvious that there's a connection being made.]

[The kiss has made her forget there was a question, but the tour guide definitely does not mind and that's obvious from the way she responds, melting into the kiss, moving against him and responding in kind. Her hand drifts up from his neck, into his hair.]

[His hand moves conveniently to about the point it is in your icon, so thank you for using that one. As for the responding and moving, that mostly prompts a shift in weight distribution, leaning a little more towards, into, and on her and moving their clasped hands to the side so they aren't stuck between them.]

[Excellent hand placement. She follows his lead, rolling almost to her back. She keeps one leg sort of wrapped around his, encouraging him with a little breathy gasp into the kiss.]

[He rolls with her to her back, tangled legs becoming one of his between both of hers as he lies on her, though certainly more tangled towards the calves. The gasp he takes as permission to deepen things further, and does so, gradually but somewhat insistently.]

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