Of Wolves And Dreams And Roses.
By Chipmunki.
She was Rose (the Bad Wolf). She was an ordinary girl (she was the master of time, the weaver of time, she was time itself.)
When she smiled you could see golden strands in her eyes (the time vortex) and when she cried, her tears glinted like fallen stars (the time vortex).
She had dreams (aspirations) to stay with the Doctor forever, to save the world a million times and to see the universe piece by piece, to sear its sights into her brain.
She had dreams, asleep in her bed in the TARDIS, where time would sing to her, softly like the lullabies of a mother and heart wrenchingly sorrowful.
It would swirl around her in wisps and coils of the purest golden light. It welcomed her and it loved her and it was her.
Out side of sleep there was the doctor and she was his Rose. She made jokes and took the domestic approach and she was fantastic!
But in her dreams, she huffed and puffed and she ran with the wolves with space and time.