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SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING:
Do I Follow Them?: Of course
Why Did I Follow Them?: Because its Queen Nica, AND Queen Snow White
Do We Role Play?: Uhm.. I guess? We have some starters ;D
Do I Want To Role Play With Them: YES. PLS.
An AU Idea For Our Muses: Uhhhhm.. lemme think. An AU where they are still together…. that would be hella sweet… but also sad T______T or an AU where they were never married :)
A Song For Our Muses: I’m really bad at choosing songs Soft Cell - Tainted Love
Do I Ship Our Muses?: Nope, but I ship the Muns ^____^
What I Think About The Mun: A very sweet, intelligent, charming Lady, that I am glad to have met and call a friend :)
Overall Opinion: Slay Queen, literally, Nica, you’re the number one. Let me love you
She still remembered that day. The exact moment played in her head over and over; while Weyland taught her how to fix the tractor, while she showered, and especially while she slept at night.
Though now, more than ever, that moment was clear as day as she sat beside her sister’s hospital bed. Hooked up to a tower of wires and tubes with her head bandaged, looking almost peaceful while she laid there in some fucked up coma that Rose couldn’t help but blame herself for at least a little bit.
This had impact on her though. All she could think of sitting there next to her sister was the gun shot he heard, followed by Bluebeard’s shouting and Blue’s blaring trumpet as she stayed on the ground holding Snow. Blood all over the two of them as all of those sounds muddled together in her state of shock. In that moment it felt like she had lost her sister all over again.
Rose knew people thought she didn’t care about Snow, considering her behavior and how it always antagonized her older sister. She didn’t care what they thought though, because Rose knew—she knew why felt the way she did and how much she actually cared about her sister.
At the same time, however, she was also somewhat envious of Snow, and undoubtedly held a bit of resentment toward her. Everyone knew her damn story, everyone admired her. No one would know her as the girl Rose remembered. The one who made a promise that they would always be together and then failed to keep it. They would only know Snow as the one who didn't harbor bad feelings toward her sister for the things she'd done. The one who did so much work to pull Fabletown out of dark times, the one who looked so damn peaceful in her sleep even after a shot that should've killed her.
They would know her as all the things Rose wasn't. Could probably never be.
Just sitting there thinking about it Rose felt her chest tighten and her heart speed up. Her fingers tightened at her sides, sucking in a sharp breath while as tears pricked at her eyes.
Perfect Miss White and her damaged sister, Rose Red.
Rose would never be perfect. That much was a fact, as far as she was concerned. She could be better though, than what she was. She could be Snow's equal. She couldn't make Fabletown see it, but she could make her sister see it.
For centuries Rose had stood in the shadow of the obelisk that was her sister. With the Farm, Rose had an opportunity. A shot at being on Snow's level. She was good at it, and then on top of that she liked it. With the Farm, she could prove herself.
In a matter of minutes Rose had shuffled through a whole deck of emotions. Remorse, sadness, anger, you name it--all before settling on one that finally made her feel good, confident even. Rose was going to take over as the Farm Administrator, whether Snow liked it or not. She would let her sister know before she officially took her position, but she was going to do it.
A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she thought about it, looking at her sister. Her chest still felt tight but she no longer felt the tears threatening to spill over and her heartbeat had slowed down. The thought of being equals with her sister was calming. It was going to take time, and a lot of mental preparation, before Rose was able to stir up the courage to ask Snow--but she was looking forward to it. She was finally going to do something right for once, something that could maybe even put the two of them on the track to being sisters like they used to be.
For the duration of her visit Rose sat at the edge of her chair, holding her sister's hand. Not a word was spoken, she didn't apologize or express forgiveness, she only held Snow's hand as if to let her know she was there. Though before she leaves, she presses a kiss to Snow's cheek and squeezes her hand gently. To her Snow will always be her sister, and Rose made a promise to herself that she would make things right with them. Somehow, it would happen.
On her way out she walked by Bigby in the hall. He looked ragged and worried, Rose knew from the smell of stale cigarettes in her sister's room that he had been there almost everyday. He probably wouldn't have left Snow's side if given the chance. They exchange a silent look, agreeing that Snow wouldn't know Rose came to visit, but there was something about Bigby that let Rose feel he was a little of proud of her.
Though it would take months after Snow's release for Rose to visit her again, to confront her about the Farm--Rose left the hospital that day feeling better about their relationship than she had in years.
Send me a ✉ and I will generate a random text from this website that my muse will send to yours.
[text: sisterfriend] So we fuck and I say, “I’m about to go.” He tells me, “No, leave at ten.. just lay here for a little while.” When I ask, “Why?!” He gets his feelings hurt and says, “ugh. or don’t.” Since when did guys start acting like girls?
