‘ IT’S NOT VERY smart to sneak up on a woman holding a rather heavy wrench . ’ she calls behind her , slender frame still leaning over the engine . grease spots dot her newest pair of jeans , her designer top long since discarded in favor of a simple black tank top . despite her image , she didn’t care for material things --- they could always be easily replaced . besides , under the hood of a vintage car was where she felt the most content , & you couldn’t do that without getting a little messy . ‘ --- or very polite . ’
‘ SORRY --- i don’t take in strays , if you’re looking for someone to take pity on you , go find my father . ’ honeyed eyes flicker away , disinterested , arms already pressed tightly against her chest . her family had too many problems as it was , she didn’t need any more .
‘ you’re lucky , bree . ‘ features soften into a pressed smile , ‘ you grew up in a world with choices & freedoms that girls my age couldn’t possibly DREAM of --- never be afraid to take advantage of them . ’
A GLISTEN of sunshine spreads across marble features , digits reaching up to lightly brush a lose strand of hair behind her ear . ‘ i’ve missed this . ‘ for a moment , she stops . mountain hemlock & cedar invade her senses as she inhales deeply , eyes closed --- almost bliss . not that she would ever admit it out loud , but this place was starting to grow on her , even if only a little . truth be told , she could find a home anywhere , as long as she was able to stand beside HIM . ‘ we should get out of the city more often . just us .’
ᴘᴀsᴛ | tw: violence, murder, light mentions of assault. rose was born into a very wealthy & influential family in rochester new york . she was the eldest of three , but as the only girl she had different expectations placed upon her than of her brothers . while they were to grow up & become successful doctors & lawyers , her only job was to find a wealthy husband & build a comfortable life for herself as a doting housewife . to some , this wasn’t enough -- but for her it was everything . all she wanted in the world was to kiss her husband as he hung up his coat after a hard day of work , & again the forehead hidden by boyish curls that clung to her legs .
that’s why when she first looked into the hypnotizing eyes of royce king ii , she thought she was in love --- but in fact it wasn’t the way he pointedly ignored her for the other people in the room , nor the numbness she felt as his rough lips scratched against her own that made her say yes when asked for her hand --- but the idea of a family & a child . she figured that if she stayed long enough , the love & passion would come later . it wasn’t until she noticed the something that was missing in the couples she saw on the streets & her own friends husbands , & a twinge of longing struck inside her that she started to question the marriage .
yet it wasn’t enough to drive her away -- royce was wealthy , sucessful , handsome , & not necessarily a cruel man , just a cold & distant one . so she stayed . the night before they were supposed to exchange their vows rosalie was walking home from visiting a friend , & stumbled into her fiance , drunk & looking to show off to the group of men he was with . she was left in the street, bloodied & dying when carlisle found her . the damage was extensive , the only thing able to save her was the bite. upon waking no longer was she rosalie hale the beautiful yet simple spoiled rich girl , she was something else, deadly & stunning & most importantly , vengeful .
it wasn’t hard to track them , & she made sure each & every one of their deaths were excruciating & that the last thing they saw were two ruby eyes before she drained every last drop from their corpses . he was saved for last , as his death was a little more theatrical than the rest . she was a ghost of what could have been , flowing ivory lace framed her figure . an agent of vengeance & justice . it was only then that she agreed to join carlisle as his adoptive daughter & a founding member of his coven .
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ᴘresent | She wasn’t the most enthused when the coven decided it was once again time to pick up & start their lives over somewhere new -- she had wanted a romantic setting this time , paris venice or maybe even amsterdam . seattle was definitely the last on her list. overcast & dreary ; too close to forks . but she was OUT voted , so she kissed the sun goodbye & carefully put her sandals in storage.
she spends her days tinkering under steel hoods & though she doesn’t need the money --- it’s a good way to enjoy her hobby & pass the time . when she’s not at work she’s usually shopping or spending time at home , nose buried in a new issue of top gear magazine --- or sometimes occasionally dragging an unenthused member of her coven to a hot rod show.
WANTED CONNECTIONS ;
unlikely allies - two peas in a pod that you wouldn’t expect to get along .. they might not always agree with each others life choices , but they can bond over mutual shared interests & judge each other in silence .
best friend ; someone who understands her more than most others around her ; the person she goes to when she needs to vent & if you mess with them you’ll face a blur of blonde wrath .
enemies ; maybe they did something to spark her anger in the past & now they’ve found each other again in seattle all these years later ?
old acquaintances ; people she knew in her human life that she didn’t know were immortal . maybe they’ve kept in contact or just found out the other is still alive .
“It takes a great deal of courage and independence to decide to design your own image instead of the one that society rewards, but it gets easier as you go along.“
