the defeated storm

workloads | rosethetyler

”By accident,” she replied and gave his hand a squeeze. “No, he wasnt sometimes,” she answered softly and gave him a smile as he stepped in close to her. “Twelve. What happened to you to make you Twelve? You have never been good with careful … ” she leaned into his touch. “Soon you can, yeah. There’s three of them.”

He laughed softly, his hand giving hers a squeeze in return. "Got in a fight with a toaster." Though he constantly lied about why he would regenerate - he didn't want to let on about it; it was better people thought it was a ridiculous reason. He laughed when she commented on his carelessness.

His fingers brushed her cheek and he stepped in a little closer. "Can I interest you in tea? Coffee...? Anything...?" he reached up with both hands now and slid his fingers gently against her cheeks then through her hair.

workloads | rosethetyler

Rose stepped forward and let her own fingers slide against his. “You found me,” she murmured quietly, giving him a smile. “Well … you if you hadn’t regenerated,” she said and reached up to touch his fingers. “Which version am I looking at?” He was handsome, but he always was, no matter what he looked like. “Only two are time tots.”

"Well, you found me." He teased. He squeezed her hand when he had a hold of it. "Oh? Doesn't sound like a good me at all." He joked. He took a few steps forward until they were very, very close. "Twelve. This is my twelfth face." He murmured. He brought his hand up to touch her cheek. "Perhaps I can meet them... some day soon."

workloads | rosethetyler

And when he said that, she gave great pause. How did he know that? She didn’t say anything about that. It could have been in her file. Perhaps. She smiled a little. “Perhaps,” she finally answered, reaching out her hand for him to shake. When he said that, the smile dropped and she looked at him wide eyed. “Doctor?”

That was surprising. “Uh — well. I wouldn’t know.”

This gave way to the soft look in his eyes, on his face. The way his thumb gently caressed the back of her hand. He stepped in closer to her. He couldn't help it, hell he didn't want to help it. "I found you." He murmured softly. He wasn't sure how he sounded, or if it seemed like he was clinging - but he knew, just knew that this was his Rose. "Pick up another Doctor on me?" He teased.

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... Alright, please don't panic, but. *Rose leans in very carefully, presses a tiny kiss to his cheek, then runs off.*

"Uhm... hello to you too, Rose."

workloads | rosethetyler

Rose looked at him and tilted her head some, sliding her hands into her pockets. The words were familiar and had a familiar weight to them — she had not been called something like that in a long time. “Once upon a time ago,” she said and looked at him, grinning a little bit at that. “Well. two time tots and a human child. I am a mum.”

She watched him when he said that, giving a sad laugh. “Oh, he’s not really around much anymore. He pops in sometimes.”

"Oh no, I think you still carry that with you - defender of the Earth, Badwolf, aren't you?" He tilted his head. "Badwolf and a perfect mother." He found himself smiling a little wider, he reached one hand out to her. "Oh, I suppose I didn't introduce myself, I'm John Smith." He was laying the hints on thick.

"And what kind of father abandons his children?" He put on a pout.

workloads | rosethetyler

Rose looked at him and wondered when Gwen started going home so early, but she wasn’t going to argue about it. “Hmm, well, I suppose I could,” she responded and looked him over. He looked friendly and he looked new, so she wasn’t sure how much she should say. “I will catch her tomorrow, her home is out of my way really.”

When he said that, she raised her brow and a smile crossed her face. “Well, seeing as you work for Torchwood, I am very skilled in alien relations.” She tilted her head some. “I am the mother of two time tots. So does that qualify me?”

He was so beyond smitten. Because the flood of memories of his past with Rose Tyler just rolled back in and overtook everything. It's all he could think about. He pursed his lips when she gave her reasons. "Oh are you? One of the most skilled on Earth?" He took a step forward and stopped, His green-blue eyes went soft the moment she said she was a mother of time tots.

"And who was the lucky gentleman who managed to woe the beautiful Ms. Tyler?"

workloads | rosethetyler

She had been sitting on Earth happily, living a normal life and after the things she had seen, she felt as though she deserved that. However, she did miss the intrigue and the slight danger that went along with traveling through time and space. She knew that the closest thing to being able to do that was Torchwood. Rose knew that Gwen had just redone it and wanted to get in on it.

While she didn’t need to interview, she needed to at least make it legit. At the sound of the unfamiliar voice, Rose smiled politely. “Hello. Is Gwen in?"

He stood up the moment he saw her in the doorway. He pushed his chair in and smiled to her. Well then. He cleared his throat and slid his hands into his pockets. "Oh, well, welcome to Torchwood Ms. Tyler." He took a step forward and stopped. "Gwen went home for the evening." He found himself chewing on his lower lip - out of habit.

"I can give you her address, you could... pop on over." He slid a hand into his hair and grinned like a complete goofball. "Unless you might... want to stay here... and perhaps talk about how you may contribute to Torchwood?"

work loads | rosethetyler

He'd been working, sitting in a small office inside of Torchwood. He'd been scribbling away, while deciphering pictures. Gwen had asked for his help, and he'd obliged. He had taken up working with Torchwood now, finding that it was relaxing, He could use his expansive knowledge to help the team keep the Earth safe.

He dropped his pen and slid his hands through his hair. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the pictures and scribblings in front of him. He exhaled heavily then lifted his eyes up at the sound of footsteps.

And he smiled. "Hello?"

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damecooper

“God, i’d love th’ help.” Gwen couldn’t help but chuckle. He was always so willing to help and she was so grateful, especially when she was in such a rush to get the hell out of there to be away from Rhys’ radar. Pulling her hair up and watching him put together a box, there was a little bit of a smile on her face. It was nearly impossible to be grouchy when he was around. “and the TARDIS is a big help too. Bless you, sweetheart.” There was a moment that she was still taking everything, giving him a small frazzled look after she had smiled.

When he was stumbling over his words, the Welshwoman nodded. “I’d love it, actually. and y’know— s’okay, sometimes even th’ strong women have a hard time, so I do accept th’ help tha’ you’re offerin’ … i’d be a complete idiot t’turn it down.” There was such a bleed through of his eleventh self, but it was adorable. “I never think y’think me a weakling, I promise.”

And he got that shitty grin on his face. He walked forward and started putting things into the box. "We'll get everything together, I promise, and Rhys won't come around." He nodded and started packing up the box, then lifted a few of the filled ones and took them into the TARDIS, which was... quite literally just outside. He stacked them in the console room then went back inside to help her even more.

"You're always welcome to stay on the TARDIS if you ever feel really threatened by him." The Doctor glanced at Gwen, gave her a small smile. "I mean..." Well, what did he mean? He stared down at the box in front of him. He was a lonely old man.

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emeryk

to note about the mun:

I have bipolar disorder, and i’m open to talking about it. its not embarrassing to me, i need to talk about it to help level myself.

bipolar disorder, in my own definition, is the lack of control of my emotions. I have episodes (though since therapy, the ‘large’ episodes are few and far between) in which I freak out entirely, usually in a depressive state.

If you can’t handle that, we probably shouldn’t be rp partners.

And I’m saying this again, since being put on medication and having therapy sessions, my episodes have gone down drastically.

I hope this doesn’t deter people from rping with me. And I hope this explains a bit about how/who I am.

damecooper

The break up with Rhys was a mess. Nothing short of a goddamn disaster. Now she was nearly fearing he’d be breaking into her flat to yell at her, even maybe tell her that she deserves a little abuse for it. God only knew, he never supported her need for adventure and fun. He was always lecturing her about how she should be a perfect little wife. No way, she wasn’t going to marry him now. There was no goddamn way in hell Gwendolyn Cooper was caving into that behaviour then only to become his little arm candy.

Hearing the voice, Gwen got up from one of the boxes and called back to him. “Doc, ‘m in here—” There was a little bit of a mess in the room she was packing up and this goddamn flat was no longer safe for her to be in. Rhys knew too many people who could back him up and get him in. “Sorry for th’ mess, too much goin’ on. I broke it off with Rhys and I can’t live here without fear he might come back”