"W- wha' jus' happened? Where am I?"
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"W- wha' jus' happened? Where am I?"
damexrose replied to your photoset:Pete’s World AU: When Rose dies, the Doctor is...
you did not just do that…
That's legit one of my verses man! Rose is dead and the Doctor's depressed as hell trying to go on with his life.
✉✘☠❤♣
Send ✉ for an 2 AM text
Blimey the voice to text doesn’t even work right
Wait.
What.
Are you sending these?
Stop!
Send ✘ for an unsent text
Sometimes I worry you don’t think of me the same way you thought of the Time Lord Doctor.
Send ☠ for a threatening message
I’m only going to say this once. Where. Are. My. Bananas?
Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message
When are you coming hooooooome? I have things planned. They involve handcuffs.
Also I miss you.
Send ♣ for a drunk message
Roes? I tink Im lost.
Scratch tat.
Defently lost.
Nightmares || Closed (damexrose)
Rose’s hand ghosted over his chest and rested on his cheek the moment she saw his eyes open, her own wide orbs scanning his features as her heart hammered in her chest.
There was a slight shiver down her spine as his eyes locked with hers, she could see the pain. The torment. He wasn’t okay and she knew it.
”D-doctor—?” she whispered, nimble fingers wiping beads of sweat from his forehead. She was on the verge of tears, herself.
He swallowed hard when he saw the look on her face. He had clearly upset her with that little episode. And he felt awful.
Rose shouldn't have had to deal with his demons.
"Ssshhh," he murmured, reaching out and pulling her into his arms, holding her tight. He was still trembling, still shaken by the images of a past long gone.
But having something to focus on was helping to calm him down. Especially since that something was Rose.
"It's alright." He pressed his lips against the top of her head, burying his face in her hair and inhaling deeply, losing himself in the scent that was so uniquely Rose. It never failed to remind him of home. "It's okay. Everything's okay."
Rose was suddenly woken by the horrifying sound of the Doctor's screams beside her. She jolted up, a hand immediately going to lay on his chest as she shook him awake, "--Doctor...? Doctor, wake up!"
Your muse hears mine screaming in their sleep. How does yours react?
{ Fire. Screaming. }
{ Pain. }
{ What’s happening? What is he doing? }
{ Stop, make it stop! }
{ Doctor! }
{ Doctor! }
{ Doctor wake up! }
Finally the Doctor’s eyes flew open, and he shot up again, air rushing into his lungs with a loud gasp before exiting again, far too quickly, before he repeated the process. His breath was choppy and uneven, his chest tight, his single heart pounding away in his chest. Dimly, in some detached part of his mind that was still capable of logical reasoning, he recognized all the signs for what they were — symptoms of a panic attack.
And logically he knew how to combat the panic attack, to calm himself down again.
His fingers curled tight around the blankets as he squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to focus on his surroundings, to calm down. He was not flying his TARDIS high over Gallfrey, listening to the screams of his dying race. He was not dooming them all to a horrible, fiery death.
He wasn’t even a Time Lord anymore.
He was in a parallel universe, in bed, with Rose. He was safe. He was safe.
He was safe.
Finally he managed to suck a shaky but even breath, shaking as reality reasserted itself. He dragged his fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, looking over at Rose, who was still beside him.
"S-Sorry. Sorry. I’m okay. I’m sorry."
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