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[amoray]

the picture prompt meme

1. comment with your character.
2. others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
( 2a. if you like, link a visualosities post in your top level comment to give people material to work with! )
3. reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
4. for an idea of how this works, see bakerstreet, which is where i stole this meme from!
5. THIS IS A SLOW BURNING MEME IF YOU SAY YOU'RE LATE I'LL SLOW BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN

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[amoray]

HITS YOU BACK WHOO PS

idk what i am doing anymore

[nitidus]

[rose likes to tell herself that she is control of her life. she imagines the reigns in her hands, gripped tight and pulled taught. the metaphor ends there; rose's life is cloud smoke, stained with red and violet and green. the reigns can't wrap around it, but they offer a false comfort anyway. if there were any clear indication that rose has lost control of her life, it's the blood stains on her white blouse. it's the ugly, white scar on her shoulder from a thug heavy to weigh her down. it's that the she has eridan on speed-dial, his name saved under "a - ambitiosior excors".

it's takes a certain kind of psychopathy to answer eridan's calls and end them with "okay". it's a weakness, one she's had for a long time. (it had her dressing in purple and green and ended with her completely out of her league. she's grown since then. she's adapted and learned.) she's long since given up on childhood dreams of being a hero. that has always been john's thing. if anyone were to pick up the slack, it would've been dave. rose doesn't think she has any right to play hero.

she washes her hands with a thoroughness that borderlines on compulsive. her gloves sit next to the sink, wet and clean. there's a bruise forming under her rib cage; it aches while she's bent over the sink and it burns when she stands up straight and turns the faucet off. there's a smear of violet on her neck that she minds less than the red that's stained the sink. it is less incriminating. she has no idea how it got there. rose hates the clean up afterwards. there's no adrenaline in washing away evidence. it's clinical and has an awkward sort of tone that has her skin itching.

she glances at eridan and swallows. partners, she thinks belatedly, but that doesn't fit either. convenient, maybe. she isn't sure she could describe eridan as convenient, she thinks she probably is. ]

I'll be forwarding my x-ray bill to you.

[and then, she half-smirks and grabs her gloves. ] Bills. Plural. Do you want the sink?