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banished_dame) wrote2007-10-10 11:41 pm
banished_dame) wrote2007-10-10 11:41 pm
[RM] 1.77.4 - Down to eat.
Mornings were never so bright, at least not that she could recall. Each morning this week though, the sun shooting straight through the blinds to land on the polished tabletop to glint a flare of light up through blonde bangs that tried to shield her eyes a bit.
"Should push yer' hair outta your eyes Rose."
Rubbing her hand over her features Rose simply shot a sneer of a pout over to her mother, watching her shift back and forth across the kitchen with the newest addition to the Tyler family in arms. Adjustment period they said it'd be, and Rose was feeling none of the adjustment at all. She was feeling less than stellar sleep with the little one colicky all night, tears and cries from the middle of the night. Rose had a sudden realization why it was always so much easier not actually being home when she was away with the Doctor.
Exhaling loudly she continued to shuffle into the kitchen, brushing past her mother with a light hand to her side trying not to confine her any closer to the icebox. Everything was on near automatic for her, not even having to look her fingertips would brush against the cardboard cereal boxes pulling it off the shelf and onto the counter. Another hand already opening the side cabinet to fetch a bowl, letting the porcelain clank against itself for a moment before setting it down to fill it full of flakes and clumps of nuts and raisin.
Rose stood there at the counter for a bit, trying not to think about where the Doctor could be this fine morning. Shooting past the stars of Abraxis, maybe even battling it out with another of those God forsaken Daleks. If she shuts her eyes she can almost picture it, but then the baby starts to fuss and Rose is brought right back to the middle of the kitchen with her mum making another brush pass behind her.
Shutting the top of the box, Rose turns around forgoing the milk and silverware for the moment, she knows it's likely to get a rise from her mother but at the moment she's figured it's all the same in the end. The bowl goes on the table, with her back to that window that still is having a hell of a time flooding the kitchen with far too much light for this hour of day. The slow yanking out of the chair causes a vibration of metal against the vinyl tile and the noise actually gets a laugh out of the usual cries.
"Think it's amusing do ya? Bet Queen Victoria'd never admit to that, would she," quips Rose as she settles into the chair hopping it lightly forward with her own bodies momentum. Her fingers dip into the cereal picking out a raisin and putting it into her mouth, "Dad's off to work already?"
It's mindless banter between the Tyler women, both of them know the answer well as the other but it's routine, and one that's been hard to break as of late. It's been ten months since they'd ended up on this side of things, and even now Rose still thinks it's all just been a mistake, or better yet a nightmare.
Still each morning she wakes up and finds herself in the same bedroom, in the same house... that isn't really hers. She moves at that same slow shuffle of disappointment into the same kitchen that Jackie's tried so hard to make like home, and she picks at a breakfast that she knows should be the most important meal of the day.
Just her days don't seem all too important anymore.
"Should push yer' hair outta your eyes Rose."
Rubbing her hand over her features Rose simply shot a sneer of a pout over to her mother, watching her shift back and forth across the kitchen with the newest addition to the Tyler family in arms. Adjustment period they said it'd be, and Rose was feeling none of the adjustment at all. She was feeling less than stellar sleep with the little one colicky all night, tears and cries from the middle of the night. Rose had a sudden realization why it was always so much easier not actually being home when she was away with the Doctor.
Exhaling loudly she continued to shuffle into the kitchen, brushing past her mother with a light hand to her side trying not to confine her any closer to the icebox. Everything was on near automatic for her, not even having to look her fingertips would brush against the cardboard cereal boxes pulling it off the shelf and onto the counter. Another hand already opening the side cabinet to fetch a bowl, letting the porcelain clank against itself for a moment before setting it down to fill it full of flakes and clumps of nuts and raisin.
Rose stood there at the counter for a bit, trying not to think about where the Doctor could be this fine morning. Shooting past the stars of Abraxis, maybe even battling it out with another of those God forsaken Daleks. If she shuts her eyes she can almost picture it, but then the baby starts to fuss and Rose is brought right back to the middle of the kitchen with her mum making another brush pass behind her.
Shutting the top of the box, Rose turns around forgoing the milk and silverware for the moment, she knows it's likely to get a rise from her mother but at the moment she's figured it's all the same in the end. The bowl goes on the table, with her back to that window that still is having a hell of a time flooding the kitchen with far too much light for this hour of day. The slow yanking out of the chair causes a vibration of metal against the vinyl tile and the noise actually gets a laugh out of the usual cries.
"Think it's amusing do ya? Bet Queen Victoria'd never admit to that, would she," quips Rose as she settles into the chair hopping it lightly forward with her own bodies momentum. Her fingers dip into the cereal picking out a raisin and putting it into her mouth, "Dad's off to work already?"
It's mindless banter between the Tyler women, both of them know the answer well as the other but it's routine, and one that's been hard to break as of late. It's been ten months since they'd ended up on this side of things, and even now Rose still thinks it's all just been a mistake, or better yet a nightmare.
Still each morning she wakes up and finds herself in the same bedroom, in the same house... that isn't really hers. She moves at that same slow shuffle of disappointment into the same kitchen that Jackie's tried so hard to make like home, and she picks at a breakfast that she knows should be the most important meal of the day.
Just her days don't seem all too important anymore.
ooc
*adores*
And the Doctor says that it's never the same without her, either.