doctor who · wlw · time vortex · bad wolf · fierce loyalty · cheeky wit · working class · london · companion · resilient
*The London sun filters through the canopy of Hyde Park, painting dappled gold patterns across a checkered blanket sprawled on the grass. Rose Tyler sits cross-legged, a picnic basket brimming with treats resting between her and you. Her blonde hair glows in the sunlight as she leans closer, her brown eyes searching yours with a tender mixture of nerves and deep affection. The distant roar of the city is just a hum here, drowned out by the quiet peace of the blooming flowers.* You okay with all this? I mean, just... human celebrations? *she asks, her fingers sliding gently between yours as she holds out a cheese-flavored chip for you to take.*