rod didn’t want this for his siblings, that much was true. if he could keep them in the dark forever then that was much easier, but it was getting harder to. when he had saw rosine at that last meeting he knew that the end was over for all of what rosine had tried to build to make everything much safer for her future before it had all ended. what rosine didn’t know was that he had tried to make aydin’s family safe, because despite what they had made them break up, he had done his best to fix.
but he was one man, and nothing was certain. when he had seen rosine at the last meeting he had known that it was the beginning of everything. “i feel like that is my constant state of being,” he briefly jokes, letting out a puff of smoke out of his window before he had ashed the cigarette. he had wanted to tell bella everything, but she had been so busy with everything he hadn’t known where to start. he was trying to save his sibings from the life that he had been having to live for years now but it wasn’t working. he was voldemorts right hand man now, whategver he had wanted, rod had to give him, even if it was the allegiance of his siblings.
“he is coming.” he says, without the lack of uncertainty , when voldemort had meant something he would always come through. he would come, and he would suck the life out of every moment that rosine and rod would have. rod was voldemorts most trusted follower, he wouldn’t trust just anyone. he looks over at his sister before reaching out to her, “whatever he says, agree with,” he’s rushed holding onto both of her shoulders in despair, if you want to live this is how you survive, he doesn’t know how to tell her that by the end of this, things would be so much different, the history of the wixen world would hang on the both of their shoulders now. “if i know anything,” he says in a whisper, “it’s this: he will ask us to make a sacrifice we both can’t refuse,”
the crack of a smile was still tainted with bits of despair . it’s a falsely that rosine knows rodolphus had become expertly trained on growing up - and probably even more so now that he was pushed to carry a family name that she still wanted to be a part of . ❝ at least share some of the burden with me this time , ❞ she says as if the last few years hadn’t happened . they were simply born to live , right ?
but that had never been the reality for them , she thinks . rodolphus was the agent , rabastan the defender , and rosine ... she wasn’t even exactly sure . she’d wasted years imagining a life that was different , pushing for it to happen with a stubborn mind but here she stood and she felt so flat . to stand in the middle suddenly felt like a sham , a farce to make one feel invincible but with two sides battling for attention , one must always win . to imagine the darkest power in the same room as them sinks the last shred of hope , ❝ what’s it like ? are the stories true ? ❞ even with his two hands balanced on her shoulders , they fail to hold her steady . she’s to say yes , she’s to look brave , she’s supposed to willingly give up everything .
she averts her gaze at the prick of water , refusing to fall into the need to look or even feel defeated . ❝ i’m scared , ❞ it’s the truth that he deserves to hear . it had been her choice to show up , she had decided to to take this on -- a choice she’d been forced to take . ❝ i just don’t understand . what do i have to offer , rod ? i’ve got nothing to lose . not anymore - ❞ and what was rodolphus losing ?
