Rose's Room:
It was absolutely breathtaking. The delicately painted walls were a soft, apple green. The enchanted rug on the floor was the same shade, shimmering with thousands of hues. The bedstead was a finely wrought glass, with a warm duvet of creamy, soft wool and little wild flowers on it.
The bathroom was as beautiful as the bedroom, with china sinks, bare wooden floors and a bath and shower that were thought programmed to temperature and velocity.
The wooden cupboards were bursting with the widest range of shower gels, soaps, perfumes, hair products and makeup she'd ever seen. An elusive aroma clung faintly to everything; it was floral, delicate and deliciously fruity.
It did smell faintly of cooking whenever she was hungry though. Her wardrobe was simply an extra door to the main wardrobe, a small corridor hung with soft tapestries lead to a private dressing room/bathroom.
However, all of these things paled slightly when compared with the back garden she could get to by a green wooden ladder just outside her slightly flaking cream terrace. It was utterly wild, but still surprisingly well kept.
The flowers were the widest range she'd ever seen, ranging from beautiful roses, scented and cream coloured, to the crazy purple thing that snapped whenever she walked past, of which she decided to keep well clear...just in case.
A small stream bubbled melodically through mostly everywhere. It reminded her of a large set of gardens in a grand house she'd once been taken to.
She'd been so entranced by the strange pretty flowers that she'd stayed behind to look at them longer. Jackie came looking for her, angry but crying at the same time. She made Rose promise to never run off again.
Rose didn't explain that she'd just wanted to look at the flowers. She found out later that they shared her name. Back in the garden, she found a fountain in a fishpond, a ornamental iron arch with ivy climbing all around it, and a strange little place filled with lanterns and butterflies.
She and the Doctor didn't share everything. This was the one she kept to herself. And the TARDIS of course.
A/N: Hello! Hope you enjoy reading my fanatical description outlet, I've always enjoyed imagining beautiful places. Don't you just love ornamental gardens with roses, and streams and fountains and things? The answer is yes by the way!
Just. Gorgeous. Huh? Anyway me dears, I will not carry on with this unless I get a total of three, that's right, THREE reviews soon enough! Maybe I should do a story about Amy, 11 and the snapping purple thing?
AHH yes, my brain is going crazy with fanfic ideas now! So, any requests for the next chapter? Which companion should I do next? There's only one way to find out...no, not a fight, A REVIEW!
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