Standing At the Beginning || inaudaxalius
More often than not, the Doctor was able to astound her with the fact that he was a genius but the most oblivious bloke she’d ever known. Upon him mentioning her disdain for the beach (which was still very much real), she shifted her gaze down to the towel and gently picked at the fabric as she rolled her lips in thought. “I do,” she answered finally, “I mean, ‘s not like I don’t like ‘em as a rule. I love th’ water an’ th’ sand. I jus’ have a memory associated with th’ beach from when I was younger. I was about sixteen the las’ time I came to a beach with…” She hesitated. While the Doctor wasn’t the average bloke, it was usually rule number one not to talk about exes.
“Nothin’, ‘s not important.” It was important actually but telling him what had happened to end her last relationship, Jimmy Stone, didn’t seem wise at all with how fresh their relationship was.
He realized this story was turning south by the signals Rose was giving off. Sometimes she was painfully easy to read and other time she wasn’t. He realized this probably wasn’t good territory to be treading on and it was perfectly fair for her to not open up about this yet as he still had things he wasn’t ready to tell her. “Fair enough.” He remarked, fingers still deep in the sand as he didn’t have a shovel or trowel or anything to use. He hoped just his hands would be good enough.
“There.” He announced and shifted slightly so Rose could see what he’d been working on. Carved into the sand was a very detailed drawing of a rose. He would have loved to make it 3D but that would have taken ages. It had a very artistic vibe to it, almost van gogh-ish the way the stem swirled around and the abstract way he made the thorns to spell out her name, Rose Tyler. He was quite proud of his work considering it only took him a few minutes. It was no castle but it was sure to please Rose.