Rose Zeller (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _rose_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
More than anything, Rose wished that she could do something, anything, to help Rolf’s healing along, preferably skip it all together and go straight back to his completely uninjured state. For now, though, all she could do was watch and believe in him. And believe in him she did. “Well, then you’ll have that to show me and I’ll have that to look forward to.” Her smile was bright, enthusiastic for the future and not just because she missed sparring with him. Of course, she sometimes wished that he wouldn’t hold back, that he would trust her when she told him to just give it his all and that she could take it and if she couldn’t then she was fast to heal.
Rose shook her head with a soft laugh. “No, never,” she confirmed, still excited about the idea. “There’s always been a purpose for my going anywhere, but visiting friends is the closest thing to being a tourist I’ve come. Where should we go first?”
Scrunching up her nose, Rose didn’t object to the tap on her nose, though it did make her grin. “No elbows. Elbows bad,” she agreed, trying – and failing miserably – to keep an appropriately chastised tone to her voice. The way he had drawn his hand back, after his fingers had lingered on her skin was the very reason why Rose would never take Susan’s advice about making a move for him. What she felt for Rolf wasn’t just a crush or a simple infatuation and she had known that for a long time. She had seen him in love, seen him head over heels with a girl and been genuinely happy for him. Of course she had also seen him heartbroken after the girl up and left, and she had felt his pain, wanting to go after the witch and make her pay for what she had done. She wanted him happy no matter what that included and if it wasn’t her, then it wasn’t her, and there wasn’t a shadow of a doubt in her mind, that things wouldn’t really be all that different if that ever happened. They would still be them, just with more touching. Then again, they were pretty tactile, both of them, so it wouldn’t make that much of a difference, at least not one Rose was concerned about.
After one more sip of her wine, Rose scooted back down from the kitchen counter and took the plates from Rolf so he had his hands free to serve them. “By the looks of it, I’d say you do,” she said as she came up next to him to take a peek before she inhaled deeply. “And the smell, too.” And as if on cue her stomach gave a very un-girly like rumble reminding her of just how hungry she actually was.