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Posted on June 12, 2010 at 09:55:05 AM by r o s a
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| Another day, another boring routine.
Well, not really. Rosa has no routine. She washes her hair in whatever clean water she can find, washes her face, eats her daily meal, then does whatever for the rest of the day. It isn’t much of a routine at all. She does whatever she can to pass the time, whether it be stargazing with Jace or taking care of Angel. She dotes on her children and continues to lose weight at a nearly alarming rate, but she’s not too concerned about it anymore. After all, she still has some feminine curves, she’s still gorgeous, and she’s still pretty enough to attract a mate. Oh. Yeah, that. Well, you can blame the fourth curse for those words that just came tumbling off of my keyboard. Rosa’s one of the few—probably the only one, most likely—that is really, truly affected by the fourth curse. Most just experience it in little touch and go sensations, but not Rosa. Ever since the curse struck, she’s been like this. Reverted back to animalistic behaviors. She protects her children with a fiery vengeance, just waiting for someone to lay a filthy hand on them so that she can rip them limb from limb. She worries about getting enough food to supply her offspring as well as herself. And, most of all, she worries about never finding a mate. She’s laying on a nest of pine needles, having forsaken the bed that she used to sleep on. She’s curled into a ball, her arms and legs twisted into uncomfortable-looking positions. She’s resting at the moment, but she’s in a state that will allow her to leap up and protect herself if anyone dares to disturb her. Not that anyone would bother . . . the only ones to visit her are Jace, Alyson, and even Patrick—once—but she’d almost raped him right then and there and that wouldn’t have been pleasant. Since then she’d not seen him or Angel once. “Patrick,” she mutters, forcing the words through dry, cracked lips. Sitting up, she stretches her arms experimentally. Yes, Patrick. She’ll go find Patrick, and. . . . with a wolfish smile she slinks to her feet, a movement too graceful to be that of a fairy; it was pure animal. That thought aside, she strides towards the door of her chamber and pulls it open, revealing the hallway before her. Plenty of fairies are filling the halls, but Rosa brushes past them, not minding their different, flashing emotions. Some of them are curse-ridden like her, but she ignores even them in her quest to find Patrick. It shouldn’t take long . . . and if she’s lucky, neither Lollipop nor Zoey will be around him. She mutters to herself at the thought of Zoey; she’s an enemy, one who needs to be destroyed, disposed of. Yes, yes. Gotten rid of. She can’t get in the way. She’s already in the way. She needs to go. But not right now. Right now, she’s looking for Patrick. all the world is waiting for the sun |
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- all the world is waiting for the sun, zoey/patrick - By r o s a June 12, 2010 at 08:50:20 AM
- dandelions lost in the summer sky, mouse - By keenan. June 12, 2010 at 08:33:24 AM
- Just spring all the
mousetraps { Keenan } - By Mouse June 16, 2010 at 08:33:52 AM
- Just spring all the
- she is the words that i can't find, ciara - By damon June 12, 2010 at 08:31:43 AM
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