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Tweak says, "DOWN IN A HOOOLE!!!!"

Rose Jean Frost (diamondclaws) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-01-21 03:42:00

Entry tags:

gar logan, rose frost

who. Gar and Rose
what. Freaking out
when. Late-late tonight
where. Gar's pad. NYC

A fifteen year old girl walked down the streets of Manhattan alone in the middle of the night. Her hair was slicked back, dripping wet. She didn't have a proper coat on. The clothes she wore were a few sizes too big.

When Rose had transformed back into her normal self, she'd been in the streets of London. There'd been dried blood on her. And in her mind were blurry images of the sort of violence she'd never dreamed of. She'd hurt strangers and friends. She'd brutalized Rachel, her almost-sister. And the worst part of it was that she'd enjoyed it. Working mostly on automatic, the first thing Rose had done after snapping back to reality had been to break into the nearest empty apartment to shower and change into clean clothes.

Before she'd even realized where she was going, she took the portkey to New York and walked down the streets. She'd never been to Gar's apartment, but she knew the way there. By the time she got to his door, she was shivering and her cheeks were puffy. She was in a bit of a panic, realizing what she'd done. What she'd become.

She knocked on the door, fearing that Gar would open it, take a look at her, and shut it in her face. But she didn't know where else to go. Home wasn't any option. She couldn't go back there. She didn't deserve to go back there and she couldn't face her family. So she knocked again and waited.

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diamondclaws
2008-01-22 08:53 am UTC (link)

It struck Rose very suddenly that she didn't deserve all of this kindness after what she'd done. People were in pain, maybe dead because of her and someone was giving her the comforting hug. She had to swallow the sour taste in her mouth and try to push those thoughts away before they drove her completely crazy. Rose melted into Gar's arms for a minute and shut her eyes. It took an effort to clear her head.

When she felt the guilt subside for the moment, she opened her eyes and leaned back and got to her feet. Her eyes were bright again and had the look like she might cry again at any moment. "Let's go to your room," she said. She wanted to curl up under blankets and hide for the night.

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lewdgreendude
2008-01-22 12:28 pm UTC (link)

"All right." Again, he felt the passing desire to tell a joke. Instead he just walked her to the bedroom door. Contrary to what she might have expected of him, it was relatively clean. His bed was made, his sheets were clean, and his closet was even organized. Of course, he'd gotten into the habit when he was sixteen and he'd always had a vague hope that some woman would want to have sex with him, which may have slightly lessened the maturity factor.

Feeling a bit tense, Gar opened his mouth, which was his default action in the face of any feeling he ever had. "So... do you have a side of the bed that you like? I can go either way, Red Rose."

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diamondclaws
2008-01-22 05:10 pm UTC (link)

Any other night and Rose would have felt nervous, excited, or weird. She was going to sleep in a twenty year old boy's bedroom. None of her friends could boast similar conquests. But Rose was mentally and emotionally exhausted and her mind was elsewhere. She barely picked up on Gar's discomfort.

But she did notice the bedroom, which was a sign of how much she'd improved since she'd arrived. Later on, she'd only be able to remember that his living room had a couch and the color of the walls. She actually paid attention to his bedroom, noticing how things seemed rather tidy and comfortable. It wasn't at all what Rose had expected.

"It doesn't matter," she said softly. Turning, she looked at him for a moment before climbing into the bed. The blankets and pillows held Gar's scent and that was a comfort. The scent of blood wouldn't quite go away, but it was slightly overpowered by his smell.

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lewdgreendude
2008-01-22 06:13 pm UTC (link)

"So do you want a shirt or something to sleep--oh." She had already gotten into bed. "It's just as well, I'm not much bigger than you are anyway." Once she climbed into bed he gave her a moment to get comfortable before getting in with her. In truth, there had been no chance of her sleeping alone that night. If she hadn't asked him to stay with her he would have curled up like a guard dog on the foot of the bed in case she needed him during the night, even if it was only a hug and a friendly face.

"You'll feel better in the morning." He said this in a tone that he hoped conveyed absolute certainty when what he actually felt was desperate hope. It hurt him seeing her like this, even more than her claws could have done. Ha. So maybe future bitch got him after all.

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diamondclaws
2008-01-22 11:44 pm UTC (link)

Possibly for the first time in her life, clothing wasn't at all important to Rose. She blinked when he spoke, but then shrugged lightly. She was comfortable enough as she was.

The mattress sank a little from the added weight of Gar getting in beside her. She was on her side, back to him. She buried her face into his pillow and closed her eyes. "I hope so," she mumbled quietly, not really believing she would feel better.

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lewdgreendude
2008-01-23 04:13 am UTC (link)

After turning off the light, Gar curled up just behind her and took her hand in his. She still felt small to him, but he probably couldn't expect her to be back to one hundred percent after just a night of talking with him. And he did know exactly how she felt; he sometimes had nightmares of the things he'd done while possessed by Trigon.

He sighed, pushing dark memories out of his mind. He could be sad on his own time. Rose needed a strong friend now. "Good night, Rose."

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diamondclaws
2008-01-23 04:27 am UTC (link)

Rose leaned back so that she could be a little closer to him and squeezed his hand lightly. There wasn't a thank you big enough for what he'd done tonight. She'd have to try and make it up to him sometime after she'd healed a bit.

But in the dark, in his bed, Rose just laced their fingers together and closed her eyes. "Night." In a voice that was so low, he could have missed it, she added, "Thank you, Gar." Sleep wouldn't could quickly or easily but when it did, it'd be dreamless and peaceful.

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