#roseofgalar

[another-bloody-multimuse]

@roseofgalar​

It was a week after Oleana had walked away from her father. A week that had simultaneously been one of the best, and one of the worst.

One of the best, because at last, she felt free. No longer crumpling under the pressure of debt, no longer having to scrimp and save every penny. No longer finding even the smallest coin on the floor a sign of good luck.

But the guilt was gnawing away at her. She could not help but think that she was leaving her father to a life of addiction, pain and destitution, and the thought was excruciating. But she simply could not deal with it any more. She had to get out, for her own sake. But it was taking its toll on her.

She had tried to keep up her usual attitude at work. To be cool, collected and efficient, but she was slightly concerned that, even if nobody else had noticed, her boss had. Shehroz had been so pleased when, after booking her a night away from her father, she had been so much better. Happier and more alert. But her mood had taken a nosedive since then, and it was a struggle to hide it from him.

[another-bloody-multimuse]

*logs into Tumblr*

*sees @roseofgalar​ and @prisonrose​ posting dad jokes*

‘...So there’s just no escape no matter which Rose I go to, huh?’

[another-bloody-multimuse]

‘Courtesy of the Champion’s mother, I have found some photographs that the Chairman and I think are worthy of being shown off to the nation.’

[another-bloody-multimuse]

@roseofgalar​

‘Yeah, a bad thing.’

[another-bloody-multimuse]

@roseofgalar​

‘Dad, don’t you daRE -!’

[another-bloody-multimuse]

(roseofgalar) 'Hey, Bede! What did the Bouffalant say to his son when he dropped him off at school?'

@roseofgalar

‘...I already know the answer and I already regret this, but... what?’