Nov. 12th, 2011
Rose wasn't, by nature, exceptionally patient. Sure, she could tolerate people, not snap or lose her temper, it wasn't people she was impatient with. It was waiting. Given the circumstances, she was going to have to get used to waiting.
And I'll make you wait a long time!
He'd jumped. Just like that, he'd taken the horse (that damn, stupid horse, she didn't even like horses) and jumped through the mirror and out of her life. Reinette was beautiful. She was graceful, intelligent, born in wealth. She was everything Rose wasn't- well, except blonde. They were both blonde. A tiny voice in her head argued that Reinette was a natural blonde, but Rose quickly squashed that thought. Reinette de Pompadour. The queen of the world. The most intelligent, beautiful, amazing woman in history.
Rose Tyler. Shop girl.