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Mar. 1st, 2012 04:05 amSeparation/Reunion Meme. Considering Rose has been a little inactive, lately, I figure it's a fitting one to try and bring her back with! =D
Unmaking God
Jan. 20th, 2012 08:53 am She lost track of how much time passed, and not just because she was in a time machine. Some days, it felt like years, like she'd been passed it all and moved on but still carried the grief like a widow. Some days, it felt fresh and sharp, like it was only yesterday, last week, some time recent. She couldn't tell. She didn't ask, she didn't want to know.
She told the Doctor, mostly. Told her story just as he told his, and he seemed to understand. Seemed to know, with a wisdom she always underestimated in him. A thousand years of life, a hundred companions and friends, people who loved him and loved others. He seemed to respect her even more for it, if that was possible, didn't judge her, silently encouraged her. Took it in the same stride he took everything else about her, as though she could do no wrong.
She appreciated him more than she'd ever tell him.
They traveled. He took her gentle places at first, and when he realized it was the running that freed her, if only temporarily, he took her to planets that needed saving. What frightened her, though, was the fact that she wasn't doing it to save them. Not now.
They didn't stop to examine their relationship, just as they never had. She didn't ask, he didn't offer. They picked back up as though she'd never even been gone, with grins and tea and understanding, and they just... worked. Together, as mates, and nothing more. He would probably be accepting, if she made any move to advance things, but she never did, and he didn't mind. Asexual, and an alien.
Now, though, was one of those down-times in between planetary distraction. He was working beneath the console, and she was sitting, quietly. Watching. Not thinking, just... sitting, listening to the TARDIS sing in her mind, and just... breathing.
She told the Doctor, mostly. Told her story just as he told his, and he seemed to understand. Seemed to know, with a wisdom she always underestimated in him. A thousand years of life, a hundred companions and friends, people who loved him and loved others. He seemed to respect her even more for it, if that was possible, didn't judge her, silently encouraged her. Took it in the same stride he took everything else about her, as though she could do no wrong.
She appreciated him more than she'd ever tell him.
They traveled. He took her gentle places at first, and when he realized it was the running that freed her, if only temporarily, he took her to planets that needed saving. What frightened her, though, was the fact that she wasn't doing it to save them. Not now.
They didn't stop to examine their relationship, just as they never had. She didn't ask, he didn't offer. They picked back up as though she'd never even been gone, with grins and tea and understanding, and they just... worked. Together, as mates, and nothing more. He would probably be accepting, if she made any move to advance things, but she never did, and he didn't mind. Asexual, and an alien.
Now, though, was one of those down-times in between planetary distraction. He was working beneath the console, and she was sitting, quietly. Watching. Not thinking, just... sitting, listening to the TARDIS sing in her mind, and just... breathing.
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Dec. 21st, 2011 05:52 pm The 'fuck this I just want to play' meme.
The 'hardest thing to say' meme.
Seven Minutes in Heaven meme.
The 'hardest thing to say' meme.
Seven Minutes in Heaven meme.
just in case, on lj's shenanigans.
Dec. 21st, 2011 03:22 amIn the event of total LiveJournal collapse, this Rose has an account on Dreamwidth as pinkandyellow so feel free to add that, drop me a line, anything of the sort. All entries will be regularly imported to make the transition as seamless as possible if it should come down to that.
It's horrendously, horrendously unlikely, but it never hurts to be prepared.
It's horrendously, horrendously unlikely, but it never hurts to be prepared.
This is the best thread of all time. Zombie!Ten? Rose and Master bonding? Shotguns and wild dogs? It's got it all.
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Dec. 2nd, 2011 06:12 amRose finds a rather strange guy on a beach.
Yeah, turns out he's an angel.
Mind = Blown.
Withrebelledforyou
Yeah, turns out he's an angel.
Mind = Blown.
With
rebelledforyouFor shuntoff
Nov. 28th, 2011 11:54 amIt took three weeks to get to that beach, ten minutes to get a broken heart, five and a half hours to leave, three more weeks to get back home, and another month before she bothered to leave her bedroom. Two weeks after that she had an identity established, and started training at Torchwood. Sixteen days and she was a certified field agent. A year, and she was leading her own team, with five people working under her.
Nearly a year and a half, but she was going relatively strong. Running on her own two legs, going around the pub for football matches, visiting her mum and dad, her new baby brother. At some point, she'd started having a life. A real, proper, linear day-to-day life that wasn't as miserable as she'd probably have assumed. It wasn't the same, granted. It still felt like she was missing half of herself, like she was stuck, trapped, pressed against the other side of the wall, but she was Rose Tyler. He asked her to have a fantastic life, and she would.
And she did. Sort of. Even if roughly 89% of it was centered around work. She ate work, slept work, showered work, worked work. She had her hand in the building of a dimension canon, a multiuniversal telepathy field, and a rift projector. No telling how likely any of the three devices were to actually work at any point in the future, but it kept her busy. When she wasn't overseeing the pet projects, she was running for her life in the field.
Which was exactly what she was doing today. There was a signal being projected from the heart of London, and she was in the process of tracing it. Apparently, it was leading her to some rubbish sub-basement, because it was dark, and cold, and full of useless boxed items that would probably never see the light of day. She just carried on, observing the feedback from her handheld monitoring devices.
Nearly a year and a half, but she was going relatively strong. Running on her own two legs, going around the pub for football matches, visiting her mum and dad, her new baby brother. At some point, she'd started having a life. A real, proper, linear day-to-day life that wasn't as miserable as she'd probably have assumed. It wasn't the same, granted. It still felt like she was missing half of herself, like she was stuck, trapped, pressed against the other side of the wall, but she was Rose Tyler. He asked her to have a fantastic life, and she would.
And she did. Sort of. Even if roughly 89% of it was centered around work. She ate work, slept work, showered work, worked work. She had her hand in the building of a dimension canon, a multiuniversal telepathy field, and a rift projector. No telling how likely any of the three devices were to actually work at any point in the future, but it kept her busy. When she wasn't overseeing the pet projects, she was running for her life in the field.
Which was exactly what she was doing today. There was a signal being projected from the heart of London, and she was in the process of tracing it. Apparently, it was leading her to some rubbish sub-basement, because it was dark, and cold, and full of useless boxed items that would probably never see the light of day. She just carried on, observing the feedback from her handheld monitoring devices.
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Nov. 26th, 2011 12:14 amWith screwythingy
While dimension-hopping, Rose is overshot by a bit and runs into Eleven, immediately post regeneration, suffering from amnesia.
screwythingyWhile dimension-hopping, Rose is overshot by a bit and runs into Eleven, immediately post regeneration, suffering from amnesia.
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Nov. 25th, 2011 06:35 pmMemes - all open.
The Intimacy Meme
The Mix Tape Meme - Which songs remind you of Rose?
The Hurt/Comfort Meme
Hardest Thing to Say Meme
All are open and backtagging is okay.
The Intimacy Meme
The Mix Tape Meme - Which songs remind you of Rose?
The Hurt/Comfort Meme
Hardest Thing to Say Meme
All are open and backtagging is okay.
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Nov. 23rd, 2011 09:17 pmRose has an open post in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
the_love_hotel if anybody is interested. Not necessarily smut, but encouraged, and not counted toward her canon. Just for the fun of it, and inspired by a bit of IC dancing the other night.
the_love_hotel if anybody is interested. Not necessarily smut, but encouraged, and not counted toward her canon. Just for the fun of it, and inspired by a bit of IC dancing the other night.
