ROSALIE.
rosie smiled softly at his question about the vampires – she might have even laughed if her heart wasn’t feeling so heavy at the moment. gently running her fingers through her hair, rosie fiddled with the ends as she tipped her head from side to side. it wasn’t that she didn’t want to tell ray, she just wasn’t sure if he would find her to be overreacting.
“it’s the anniversary of his death,” the elder witch barely said her husband’s name anymore, like it was the name that brought her pain specifically. “and my children have a habit of not calling their mother more often. i would have liked to hear from one of them today.” she knew where all of her children were, if she couldn’t find them with a scrying spell, she could certainly find them through instagram. “the vampires have little to do with an old woman’s lamentations, i’m afraid.”
“shit, that’s right. i swear i can’t cope with the passage of time.” it was always difficult, in situations like these, to come up with something more constructive to say than ‘kids these days’. “sorry, rosie. but hey, the day ain’t over yet. maybe it’s a time-zone thing.” ray didn’t take well to optimism; it felt strange in his mouth. but if he could handle black coffee, he could handle a little bit of positivity. “you feel like talking about it, or you looking for a distraction?”











