[Broke as Rose might be, valentines day is always made out to be such a Big Thing. Unfortunately, Rose also has to work - which is why, when Kanaya wakes up she will discover (2) green roses, (1) valentines day card and (1) tiny gift, wrapped in lavender.
Inside, the card reads: To my valentine, I owe you one breakfast in bed ( ;) ). Love, Rose.
Inside the gift, there is a (tiny heart; one long chain) necklace. ]
[ you have to get up pretty early to beat kanaya, so she's a bit surprised to find the gift. this is the first time she's ever had a real valentine, and she never thought it might be so exciting. after getting dressed, a lot of showing off in the mirror, and thinking too much about just what breakfast in bed entails, she goes to find rose.
approaching from behind, she wraps her arms around her waist and plants a kiss on her cheek. ]
It's lovely! You certainly didn't have to go to the trouble.
[ and, of course, now it means she'll need to step up her valentine's game. ]
[Rose got up at 5am to make sure her Valentine game was strong. She beams, even if she jumps a little in surprise at the hug. She turns in Kanaya's arms and plants a kiss in return at the corner of her mouth and tuts softly. ]
There was precisely no trouble involved. I'm glad you like it.
[ hey, at least we already know green looks good on her. though skin is another matter. ]
I just hope it won't be outside our budget. [ especially since she'll have to find a way to top it. handheld sewing machines are killing her romance here. ]
[ she glances back down at it, slipping a hand under the pendant to better admire it. she doesn't really know from jewelry, so she wouldn't be able to tell the real thing from its more affordable equivalent, but that's not what matters anyway. aesthetics and sentiment are what give it real meaning. ]
I suppose I'm thinking of how best to appropriately respond.
[ she isn't, but she was at least pretending. she picks up the phone quickly just to stop the ringing, speaking lowly and hoping it won't disturb rose. ]
I'm nocturnal. [ There's a certain amount of bitterness in the way he says it, given his reason for calling. ] As you should be well fucking aware. I just-- I just wanted to talk.
[ there's a bit of springing as she eases herself off the bed, and she's glad that her steps tend to be so silent, even if the door does creak as she slips through it. she waits until she's in her sewing room before letting out her glow. ]
Sorry, we may be awake, but Rose doesn't have the same sleeping issue, and I'd rather not inspire it. What did you want to talk about?
I suppose being hidden away in the darkness for the rest of my life isn't so bad in comparison.
But ours is a diaspora that nothing can really be done about. We're the last two left here of maybe three times that overall. A dead race from a dead world in a dead universe. Where else is there for us to go? [ it's too big an existential dilemma, the whole idea of extinction and her part in it. that's why she tries not to think about it. ]
I don't know. This was where we were supposed to go, if I hadn't so vigorously fucked us all over, but it doesn't feel like we belong here. Or maybe that's just me. You seem to fit in okay. You even look like they do.
Not by choice. If I could easily maintain the form I'm meant to have, I would. But it's only skin deep, there are many cases where I've had to force my own squarish dowel into the round notch expected of it. You know I'd rather play along than draw attention to that.
I'm so sick of the notch expected of us it's a bona fide miracle I haven't succumbed to massive organ failure and the simultaneous expulsion of every inappropriate bodily fluid I possess out of every orifice my body can supply. Do you know how much shit I've taken just because I act like a troll instead of a human? Do you know how old it gets, having to explain every little goddamn idiosyncrasy I might display because, oh, I don't know, I didn't grow up on this fucking planet? I can't even mention that I don't like the sun without someone getting up my ass about it.
This is why I generally avoid the topic rather than explaining it to anyone who raises an eyebrow. There's no point wasting my breath with those who aren't going to understand to begin with.
We adapt as necessary to survive, but even though I can play the part, I still think like a troll. The resulting dissonance isn't something I expect will ever go away.
[ but she says it with a laugh, pressing her lips just above rose's finger, the lifting it up before repeating the motion. she hasn't put on her makeup yet, so no smudges. lucky her, she thinks. ]
Thank you. But don't think that will come anywhere close to being adequate.
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