Based on a prompt from Timepetalsprompts over on Tumblr: restless

This turned into less a drabble about restlessness and more about an image of a restless Doctor that I had in my head. The story sort of built itself around that image. Its a bit sappy. Sorry.

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He slammed the TARDIS doors behind them, grabbing Rose's shoulders, wrenching her around to face him. She met the Oncoming Storm with defiance: chin upturned; lips pursed. Her expression faltered when he possessively traced the contours of her face, recognizing the storm for what it was: terror.

He whipped away from her, fiddling with random devices on the console, quaking with restless panic. "It took your face; stole your soul."

In a swish of pink satin and crinoline, she placed a comforting hand over his, and leaned against his shoulder. "And you stole me back. My soul is yours… forever."