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role-play for time_lord; the ticking of the clock

There were things a person learned about the intergalactic, other worldly time machine that they were calling home for as long as time permitted or they so chose. One of the benefits of making her own choices was that Rose had the ability to come and go as she freely pleased from the TARDIS. Were she to get the wild urge to do so, there was nothing to stop her from getting off in the medieval Renaissance, finding a crimson gown embroidered with gold threads and taking a place at the court of whichever king she chose. It wouldn't be hard, if she wanted to. But the funny thing about traveling through time was that somehow, home became more important than it ever had before.

And home was a blue police call box, where the only other occupant slept (supposedly) a few feet away in one of the cavernous rooms.

It was rare for Rose to be awake when the Doctor was not, she often succumbed to her human desire for sleep and rest long before he did, and when those times came he would throw her a mischievous wink and tell her to sleep well and to tell him what she dreamed about - what place, what star, what planet - because he would take her there when she woke.

Moments like those made her realize how much she had loved him, even before she knew it, and chide herself for trying to tap dance around it as if that would be easier. Nights like these when she let herself stay up and think about this, her room seemed desperately isolated and the loneliness spider walked up her shoulders like some kind of overgrown insect.

The quiet became too much and Rose threw back the blanket she had tucked around herself. Her feet padded across the cold, metal flooring and two minutes later she was, without hesitation, letting herself quietly into his room.