17 July 2018 - Sir Thomas and Lady Dixon Park
Rose Garden
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17 July 2018 - Sir Thomas and Lady Dixon Park
Rose Garden
You stand on a bed of stone. Next to you stands your brother upon his own. But that is not the object of interest.
The countdown continues.
Before you rests a machine that emerged from the Tumor which you deployed. You knew that it would come to this. A counter on the machine counts down to an oblivion you knew would come. Somehow, you had foreseen it, despite all your attempts to play it safe.
You look down upon the slab on which you stand. It should protect you, you were promised. You have seen the results for yourself on another. Death is not the end, not while you reside upon this structure.
The countdown continues.
Yet you worry. You’ve always attempted to hide your fear, and you have the perfect opportunity to do so. The beds will keep you both safe. You know this. Yet that does not mean death has lost its power over you, you who have been fascinated by it ever since you were small. You were almost lost once already, and you’ve still lost someone you needed.
The countdown continues.
You look towards your brother, hoping to find something to prop yourself up with, to give yourself hope. You see in his eyes, hidden by his glasses, full of the same fear as yours. He, too, is frightened of the unknown, of the fate that awaits him when the end comes. He has already seen death affect him, and he knows it cannot be escaped.
The countdown continues.
There is a comfort in your shared fear, however. The end may be near, and it may be inevitable. Even should you make it through this unscathed, there’s no promise that tomorrow will prove any safer. But at least you know you did it together. That neither of you could leave the other behind. That you stuck together until the worthless bitter end.
The countdown concludes.
The end is brighter than you ever thought anything could be.
@roseweek Day 2: Favorite Canon Moment
that part of cascade always freaking kills me
hey remember when rose and dave were literally ready to die for each other except they couldn’t so they died together when will you ever find a pair of siblings as iconic
my @roseweek drawing for the final day! she’s a sunshine gal ;0
Rose Week!!! I gotta love this girl, she is so fantastic and amazing and jeez I wish I could be friends with her in real life. I’d die to have a friend like her. <3
[ok to tag as kin/me]
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For @roseweek
Dave banged the Mini-Zillyhammer down.
“This court will now come to order for the case of Egbert vs Lalonde, for custody of the salamander known as Casey and also known as Viceroy Bubble von Salamancer.”
Dave sat back in the makeshift Judge’s seat. John and Rose stood besuited, ready to present their cases. Jade was sitting in the back of “courtroom”, which was really just an open Earth C field, playing with the salamander that was subject to such a serious case.
Dave rubbed his temples. “This is stupid.”
Rose waved a finger, tut-tuting. “Dave, you don’t understand the importance of the court in the decision. The viceroy must complete his training under my tutelage. He is key to the future protection of the realm, and I can be the one to give him the magical prowess he must possess. In addition, my gorgeous, radiant, darling, wonderful wife can aid me using her own knowledge of the supernatural. For the good of all, The Viceroy must be released to my care.”
John slammed his hand into his fist. “Objection, your honor! Casey can’t spend all her time just in training! She needs to see the world! Go adventuring! Learn to bake! I have a ton of movies I want to show her too! She’s still growing, she has to live as much of her life as she can! I mean, I don’t even think Salamanders live that long! You have to let me take her!”
“John, you can’t let sentimentality blind you here. Think of the realm.”
“We’re here to protect the world! Let her go free, she’s just a kid!”
Rose and John continued to argue, as Dave lazily pounded the gavel. Jade suddenly shouted dramatically!
“Stop!”
Rose, John and Dave looked over in surprise. Jade held the salamander in her arms.
“Hasn’t anyone asked them what THEY want?”
All eyes turned to the little yellow reptile. It paused briefly, then opened its mouth to reveal a single bubble that slowly popped with a glub.
Jade cheered. Rose nodded sagely. John wiped a tear away. Dave shrugged. “The court decrees that the salamander can do whatever the fuck it wants.”
Court adjourned.
@roseweek Day 3: Beta Kids
arg this is late and crappy but I got it out so there
@oct2pus i hope you like it
Mom had bought it for Rose because Rose mentioned Jade liked the show. Rose didn’t know if she misheard and thought Rose liked it because she was drunk, or because she wanted Rose to like it, in another one of her typical passive aggressive moods. God, she can be unbearable.
Either way, Rose was left with a goofy squiddles shirt that she didn’t know what to do with. She wasn’t about to wear it out in public, not with those big bright eyes on it. The color was nice, but she couldn’t be seen wearing this kinda thing, not like this. But if she didn’t wear it at all, her mom would know, and she would win. And Rose was not about to let that happen.
She wracked her brain for a solution. C’mon, there had to be something she could do to make the shirt more presentable. She paced around her room, looking around for inspiration until she settled upon a mirror. Looking at her determined face, with her grimaced mouth and furrowed brows, she suddenly got an idea. Rummaging around for and finding a sharpie, Rose began to scribble intently on the shirt, pressing hard enough that the ink risked bleeding through to the other side.
After a thorough inking and a quick change of clothes, Rose looked at herself again in the mirror. No longer a cute little blob, the squiddle on her shirt had been transformed into a tough, brooding octopus with just a little addition to the eyes.
Rose admired her work. Now she could show her face again. Her mother had been thoroughly trounced this time. Not to mention, the color and the facial expression… it made her look kinda cool.
No, no. Goth. She was goth. Cool is for losers.
@roseweek Day 1: Dark
Ugh, this is far from my best, but i really just wanted to get SOMETHING out. This may be a bit ooc, but i wanted to convey that Rose is still a kid, and sometimes, kids just do kid things.
You love the ring.
It’s such a simple piece of jewelry, you were never much for that sort of thing in the first place, but since Kanaya insisted on the traditional human wedding, you couldn’t deny even it if you had wanted to.
It’s a simple gold design, classic human. At first you wanted something a little more fancy, maybe forgo the ring and go with something like a necklace, but Kanaya learned about the concept and was so enamored by it that she simply would not be denied.
It’s a symbol, you know. It’s a symbol of love, of commitment, of marriage, of everything you mean to each other. You tilt the ring slightly and see the faint green letters carved into the gold. Her wife’s name shimmered in the dim light.
The dim light, of course, provided by the beautiful wife in question. She lies next to you in bed, glowing softly. You assume she’s having a sweet dream, because she’s smiling calmy, the light accenting her face. You can’t help but smile yourself as you watch her. You lean back into your pillow as you lie down, observing the woman before you, still with a sense of awe. You’d known you were a lesbian from a very young age, but you never dreamed you’d find a lady as wonderful as this.
@roseweek Day 6: Rosemarried.
not even close to my best rose/kanaya fic but i got it out.
I’ll expand on the ring idea another time, I promise