@rosulie asked, “ patience is overrated. “
❝ Well, some do call it a virtue, Rose. ❞ It’s a high horse to shout down from, all things considered –– she herself had been pacing back and forth the past hour or so as they all eagerly and quite impatiently awaited their brother’s return. ❝ But it’s a dull one, ❞ she says, a mumbling grumble beneath her breath as she peeks out from behind the curtain, as if sight might tell her more than her other senses. Ghastly outcome: it does not.
A tilt of her head pairs with a skeptical view of the Cullens’ driveway, inspecting it for imperfections, seeking out every dip in the asphalt, every leaf laid over pebble. ❝ Going out and tracking him down will only make it worse. He’s just moping. The more attention we give it, the more it validates what I’d call a childish response. ❞ The musing is said aloud in part because she figured that was the next suggestion Rosalie or Emmett might bring up, and in part because she needed to convince herself. She sighs, needlessly audible and dramatic in her posture, before turning back to her family.
❝ He’s making every choice under the sun to ensure an absolute mishmash of outcomes. ❞ She remains an image of grace even as her features shift to sport an uncommon grimace. ❝ It’s giving me a roaring headache. ❞