Summary: They don't speak.
Every night she traces iforgiveyou over and over again on his chest; her skin is warm, heated by her human body, against his cooled flesh but he still shivers like she's made of ice and he is made of fire.
They don't speak; words would only taint the air of love they have created in their alcove. They choose instead to write on their lover's skin. Sometimes over and over again until the skin is red and raw, until they can see the physical evidence of their efforts; then they kiss the area and wait for the faux sunlight to create shadows on their covers.
When she messes with Time for her Father she writes forgiveme over his chest.
The night Jack is gone and the Bad Wolf is burning in her bones Rose traces who'safraidofthebigbadwolf on his back as she coils around him and he tries not to cry.
When Cassandra takes over her body the Doctor writes gladtohaveyouback on her forehead and she smiles up at him in a purely Rose way.
On the night he abandons her for Reinette he writes sososorry in the crook of her arm but she still turns resolutely away from him.
When the werewolf is vanquished the Doctor runs underthemistletoe on her shoulder and she responds with kissme on his lips; so he does.
This is their tradition at night; curled up in any bedroom on the TARDIS they choose to fall into (why stick with only one? the doctor cheers; rose tries not to think about how fickle he is) and make conversations without words.
Sometimes her mother asks why her skin is red, rubbed raw under her shirt; demands to know if the Doctor is abusing her. Rose doesn't know whether to laugh or slap her mother for even thinking that.
But it is not always so beautiful. Occasionally they are mad at one another – they don't want to carve loving things, they want to scar. They still lie in bed together, they are both too far gone over the edge to separate themselves, but instead they carve angry things.
youabandonedme
stupidape
stopbeingsohuman
iamsohuman
that'stheproblem
you'retheproblem
idon'tloveyou
In the morning she'll wake up to him writing I'msorry over her heart.
So every night she writes iforgiveyou if not for any cruel things he's ever said to her then for all the things he's blamed on himself; for Gallifrey, for Peri, for Sarah Jane, for the Daleks, for everything, but mostly for her own death.
Because it's coming and she can feel it, he thinks only he can feel the Storm – well if he can feel it than she is the Storm. She is raging and burning under their warm façade. She is the Storm and she can feel herself churning.
It's in her.
Twisting and turning and she knows it's coming so she won't stop it because she was the Bad Wolf once and she saw her future; saw a copy of the man she loves, saw the Void, saw her own death. Twice.
Oh, it hurt, but she understands because she was Time for a moment; and for that moment she understood what her life will mean and that's enough. But just once she wants to tell him how she feels, just once before she has to go.
Every night she writes iforgiveyou but what she really means is iloveyou.
OK, so now that this is done, I'd like some advice; I'm thinking of writing something with my OC - a full story - and I'd like you to tell me if you'd read it; if you'd give it a shot or if I'm just wasting computer space. Thanks :)
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