Who: Rose & Seamus What: Rose needs some advice, Seamus provides. Where: Seamus & Dean’s flat, London. When: Thursday, early evening. Rating: Low-ish?
The chair that Rose had claimed in the living room was soft, squishy and familiar enough that simply leaning back against the cushions would start to unwind the knots and muscles in her body after a long and emotionally draining day at work but today it wasn’t working. Nothing seemed to be working from the cup of coffee just out of reach to the latest ‘Weird Sisters’ song that was blaring out of the wireless at an almost obnoxiously loud level. With the volume dial cranked almost all the way up, it still wasn’t enough to drown out her own thoughts and the way they swirled in her head.
Days like these didn’t often happen but when they did Rose knew the only thing that would sort them out be to talk it over. Astoria was the sensible choice but since part of her dilemma involved Terence, that avenue was out. What she needed was someone to hug her and tell her that everything really would be alright, that good people like Steve wouldn’t get branded- couldn’t get branded because they simply were Good. Bad things were happening to her friends, to people she cared about and she was powerless to help them.
Rose despised being unable to help more than anything.
When she closed her eyes at night it had been Steves arm she’d seen and the anger that was bubbling inside of her at the sheer injustice of it all was largely to blame for the inability to relax and settle. Bad things, horrible, unspeakable events were happening to good people and she needed someone to tell her that despite everything, it would get better. It had to. Turning everything off she left the flat quietly and headed for Seamus’.