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Rose Jean Frost ([info]diamondclaws) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-01-27 15:49:00

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Entry tags:rachel grey-summers, rose frost

who. Rachel and Rose
what. Some talk and girl bonding
when. Last night
where. Emma Frost's swank mansion of strays and ne'er-do-wells


A trip out into the wild with her father had done wonders to improve Rose's spirit. But she still wasn't anywhere near healed after finding out what she'd become in a few hundred years. So when got home, after a rough talk with James and uncomfortable communications with the people she'd hurt, Rose found herself fighting back tears yet again. Before it had all happened, before she had turned into a monster, Rose wouldn't have been able to remember the last time she'd cried so much. She wouldn't have believed herself even capable of having so many tears to shed.

It was Rachel's words that had her sniffling most. Guilt and hope mingled within Rose; guilt over what she'd done and over the fact that Rachel was trying to console her, hope that what Rachel had said about being better and being able to smile was true. Sitting alone in her room, Rose let tears fall quietly for a few minutes before rising from the edge of her mattress and heading to her bathroom. She washed her face, hoping that the signs would be washed away. Her cheeks were still puffy and her eyes were still red, but at least the tear tracks were gone.

She made her way slowly down the hallway, her arms wrapped around herself as if to shield off cold. Eventually, she found herself standing before Rachel's door. After a moment's hesitation where she considered running back to her room, she knocked lightly and waited.



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[info]jeansdaughter
2008-01-27 09:29 pm UTC (link)
The door opened as soon as Rose knocked, and inside Rachel was looking out the window while her computer's keyboard was typing away without her.

Rachel turned to Rose, and for only a split second the scratches along her face were visible before Rose's mind was covered from them.

"Hi, Rose," she said smiling softly.

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[info]diamondclaws
2008-01-27 09:38 pm UTC (link)
Rose was watching for the marks she'd left behind. She didn't really think it possible for Rachel to be all better so quickly. But from her position in Rachel's room, she couldn't really see them. Maybe when they got closer.

"Hi," she said, voice low. Rose looked around and felt strange, smaller and more a stranger than she ever had around Rachel before. She stood awkwardly. Tucking a bit of hair behind her ear, she said, "How are you?"

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[info]jeansdaughter
2008-01-30 02:59 am UTC (link)
The computer closed and moved itself onto the dresser to give Rose room.

"I know you're worried about me, but I am fine. You won't believe me though," Rachel said very matter-of-factly. She did that sometimes, on accident.

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[info]diamondclaws
2008-01-30 03:13 am UTC (link)
Rose watched Rachel for a moment, silent. She didn't believe that Rachel was fine. It just seemed too soon. Maybe she was just paranoid. Her arms were crossed over her chest, still, as she made her way closer to Rachel's bed. She seemed cautious, as though she were waiting for her guilt to attack her.

"Are you really fine?" Rose asked. "Or are you just saying that? A lot of people have tried to comfort me." And it was a little tiring. "It doesn't really help."

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