iwasherefirst | 008 |Accidental Video|

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008 |Accidental Video|

[The device flickers on to show the bathroom. There's a bathtub full of bubbles, a half glass of wine sitting on the edge of the tub and lit candles are scattered about. However, there's no sign of anyone in the bathroom or the tub. From the way the candles are guttering it's clear that they've been lit for a while. ]

DOC--[Rose's appearance is fairly sudden and she's clearly not in any stage of taking a bath. She's wearing a pair of black pants, a dark pink tee shirt and a purple leather jacket. She looks confused and a bit distraught.]ter

[She starts his name out almost a yell, like she's trying to be heard over something and finishes it up as a whisper. She bends over and blows out the candles then grabs her device, shoves it in her pocket--not realizing it's still on-- and throws open the bathroom door. That would be fury all over her face. She's angry about something.]

Doctor! [And it's pretty clear from the way she says his name as she storms into the living room looking for the Doctor that her anger is directed toward him.]

[ooc: This is a canon update. Rose was only gone for about a half an hour. Rose is now caught up to the very end of 'Journey's End'. Video or audio replies will be forth coming. Some of them after the fight she has with the Doctor.]

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[I'm going to have him be heading back into the more general living roomy area right then because I can and also because he really doesn't feel like them being separate right now either, even if he is probably going to at least attempt to appear quite subtle about it.] You look... clean. And a bit fluffy. Also I think you got soap in my glass. Literally washing my mouth out bit by bit.

[Exactly why I left it where he could be right outside the door. She's glad to see he's right outside the door even. It prevents anymore panic from building so really, she could care less if he's subtle or not. In fact, he can probably see the relief all over her face.]

You look dry and Doctorish. [It gets a small smile out of her.] We'll get you a new glass. [She tips her glass up and drains the last bit of hers.] I need one anyhow.

[He'll likely mirror the relief a little bit, partially in reaction to her relief and partially just for his own. Although, it's a little sad to note that the separation anxiety seems to be that high. He must have hurt her much more than he even thought he could for just a few minutes absence to cause such a reaction.]

I should hope so. [He reaches out for her glass.] I can get it if you want to get properly dressed. Or, I mean, unless you like robes.

[Rose hands over her glass and shakes her head a bit.] I'll put on proper pyjamas. [She starts toward her bedroom, pausing to look back at him then continuing on.]

[He is really probably finally starting to grasp the deep impact his actions have had by now; that little check over her shoulder back to him was... a lot. He stares down at the floor where he is for a couple of seconds, processing, then goes into the kitchen do refill her glass as he said, and pour his soapy glass out and refill that as well. That done, he goes with both of them and sort of sits on the side of the hammock thing until she comes back out.]

[She doesn't really mean to do that. In fact if she were aware she was doing it, she'd stop if it were in her power. She returns after a reasonable amount of time in a pair of pyjama pants and a tee shirt with The Ramones on the front. She smiles at him sitting on the edge of the hammock and then comes to perch gingerly on the edge next to him.] Bit better now. Robes a bit awkward to sit 'round in.

[Not that she had any problems sitting around in the robe with him the day her hair was pink.]

[Oh, he remembers the robe and the pink hair. He probably will now every time robes are mentioned or worn. He hands her the glass he filled for her, taking a drink from his own, and then sort of looks down. Still some slight feelbads, and comparing today to pink-hair-day has just sort of swept through and worry that that sort of thing is now more distant is creeping up. But, small talk.] Yeah, I can see where that might be a bit awkward. Tend not to use them myself.

[It's not a bad memory. In fact, it's a very good memory. It's just one with sharp edges right now but those edges will wear done over time and it'll be a very good memory again along with a growing pile of other very good memories.] There's all the gaping and worryin' 'bout showin' too much of everythin'.

[After an awkward moment she goes ahead and slides back into the hammock proper.]

Come on then, sit back with me. That's not comfortable. [She's even got her arm sort of out inviting him to cuddle a little bit. As awkward and uncertain as everything is, there's a part of her that's dying to put her head on his chest and cuddle against her Doctor.]

[Those are the general problems with robes, yes. He's just quite fond of trousers, altogether. Much better at staying where you want them.

He sort of watches her lean back, probably paying far more attention to her movements and such than he cares to let on. It really doesn't take him any time at all to decide that her invitation is definitely one to be taken up, and he carefully orchestrates himself, glass, and not-too-much-hammock-y-movement until he's lying back next to her.]

[It's one of their advantages, yes.

There's a whole bit of awkwardness going on throughout the evening so she doesn't really notice the extra attention being paid. Once he's settled back, she hesitates a moment then carefully, paying a fair amount of attention to her glass, scoots in closer to him, legs tucked back underneath her a bit. When she finally gets settled, she's leaning against him a little.]

Better, yeah?

Oh yes. Very right. Much better. [He moves a little overmuch in 'settling' next to her to emphasize this.] You?

[The overmuch moving makes her smile a bit though. In return she scooches a bit closer so that she is absolutely settled against him.] Yeah. Better.

Don't know why we didn't have one of these before. We should definitely have had one of these before. Did you know about them? [He is going to take that as a sign that it's okay for him to get his arm out from being stuck between the pair of them and very casually put it around her.]

[Definitely okay. In fact that's exactly the sort of thing she was hoping he'd do. It lets her sort of rest her head against his shoulder.]

M'not sure you were ready for this sorta reclinin' on the TARDIS before.

That's n-... ot entirely inaccurate. More reason to sit still long enough for it now, I suppose.

[She's a bit surprised at that and it shows in her expression. After a moment she nods.]

S'pose so. Neither of us are goin' anywhere for a while. Might as well sit still.

[She's not entirely sure how she feels about that. The bitter, hurt part of her wants to take it entirely the wrong way: this is only worthwhile because they've got nothing better to do. The part of her that's trying to give him a second chance and restore some of that faith, wants to take it in the best possible light. Their life was far too chaotic to sit like this. There always would have been something to run from or save.]

S'nice regardless.

[He has the indescribable feeling she did not take his words in the manner he meant them. At some point he's going to have to properly work out how to talk how he means to.]

Nice regard...ful, too. [The way it comes out it's somewhere between a statement and question and bordering on hopeful. If that doesn't work, he'll have to work out something else to say. That one was just the first and easiest thing that came to mind.]

[Indeed, however she's just as bad.]

Regardful? [Give her a moment to figure out what this made up (?) word means exactly.] Nice in spite of circumstances? Or with circumstances?

[Regardful is a sort-of-word he's made on the spot that actually is a word but it means something different than what he's trying to say. He lets her try and work out what it was before pausing to figure out what he actually did mean by it.]

Nice with circumstances, better in spite of circumstances, brilliant, regardless of circumstances, and... [This has all been said quietly, and somewhat quickly, but he's just got to the end of what he'd had worked out in advance.] and happy. Absolved of everything else. Separate. Just, happy.

[Her eyes fill with tears but they're a good, mostly, sort of tears. She nods in agreement.] Happy. At least in the moment, no matter what. Guess that's more than lotsa people get, yeah?

[They're almost to understanding one another. He senses the watering and glances down at her, mildly alarmed she seems to be crying. Must have really said something wrong then. Damn. But then her words. Makes a little more sense. Maybe she did get them. He uses the arm that's around her to pull her a little closer, brushing hair aside that didn't really need to be brushed aside but sort of did so that he would have something comforting to do.] Yeah. Good deal more than.

[It's kind of a girl thing and a human thing and probably just a Rose thing. It's also probably a conditional thing. As in particular to the circumstances. The hair brushing is nice. She tilts her head slightly toward his brushing.] So it's selfish of me to want more, yeah?

[He considers that for a moment, a small pause in the brushing indicating a moment where he needed to put a little more thought into it, although the brushing returned quite quickly after as the thought process was no longer needed.]

No, Rose. It's not selfish to want more. Particularly not when there's more freely willing to be given.

[She swallows hard and nods then holds up a finger that says 'one moment' or possibly 'number one' but the other is more what she means. She leans forward in the hammock enough to hang over the edge and set her wine glass on the floor then sits/stretches up a bit to take his glass from him and place it beside hers.

It's an awkward position that mostly results in her butt in the air a bit. It takes her a few seconds to get settle back in. Now that she's got both hands free, she wraps one around his waist in a sort of hug, her cheek pressed against his chest, eyes closed.]

[He's not certain about this sudden new direction in the conversation, and less so when it seems to present him with a somewhat fantastic opportunity to look at Rose's bum as she does whatever it is that she's doing, so as she comes and starts to settle back against him he's really super not sure if he should mention... that, or just keep going. But she keeps going anyway.

When she's finally settled, lying on his chest, arm wrapped around his waist in security, he sort of freezes for a moment. More to give, yes. Not expecting it to be taken so quickly, yes. But this is only a split second issue to be reconciled, and the Doctor's brain takes care of it so quickly it might as well not have been one at all. He puts his arm back around her, holding her to him where she's lying on his chest, giving a bit of support if needed. The other, now wineglass free, goes to the hand by his waist, slowly meeting it and intertangling the fingers together until they're holding hands. He swallows quite hard, glad that she can't see from that position and hoping she can't just... magically tell somehow, but this... This was what he needed too. And it's amazing she seems to know that.]

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