Aug 2, 2017 5:12:26 GMT
Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 2, 2017 5:12:26 GMT
Rosalind wasn’t entirely sure when it’d stopped being a simple crush, but she was one hundred percent certain she was in love with Deimos Beck.
Before it’d be easier to identify. She was young, barely fourteen years old, and he was older, and hot and mysterious. And he was nice to her. Despite the rumors she heard about him, whenever the two interacted, Rosie couldn’t bring herself to be afraid of him. Especially not when, since back then she didn’t have a very good grip on her telepathy, she’d gotten a glimpse, however brief, of how much he just needed a someone.
Instead she got the weird fluttering feeling in her stomach, and got all giggly and giddy around him.
And when they started being around each other intentionally, the giddy feelings and butterflies in her stomach turned into something else, something more.
Before Rosalind realized it, she found herself wanting nothing more than to be able to be around Deimos always. She found herself missing his presence when he wasn’t with her, and thinking about him almost as soon as they were no longer around each other. She found herself treasuring those moments they did get to spend with each other. She found herself wanting to protect him at all costs, from both himself and the students who held a not so positive view of him.
Rosalind was completely and totally in love with Deimos. And he could never ever know.
She was certain he only saw her as an annoying younger sister. How would he not? That was the way she acted towards him.
Rosie sighed.
“What’s wrong Rosalind?” One of her friends, Misha, questioned as the other fairy moved towards Rosie. She plopped onto the couch, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. “What are you thinking about that has you sighing? That isn’t like you.”
“Deimos.” Rosie murmured, not really thinking about what type of reaction she’d get from that answer. She wouldn’t have to wait long to find out though.
“Deimos?” Another fairy named Blossom questioned, also fluttering over to the couch. “As in Deimos Beck? The mutt who killed that researcher?”
Rosalind felt a prick of annoyance at her friend’s words but she swallowed it and nodded instead.
“Why are you thinking about him?” Misha asked. It wasn’t as if it were a secret Rosie often went to see Deimos. They didn’t exactly try to hide their friendship, so she didn’t understand her friend’s reactions to her words. Though her next words, she’d understand their shock completely.
“I think I’m in love with him.”
“What?!” Both fairies squealed at the same time, and Rosalind found herself regretting saying anything.
“What do you mean you’re in love with him?” Misha asked, scooting closer to Rosalind. “Are you insane?”
“No.” Rosalind quickly shook her head. “Honestly, at first it was because he’s hot. Now it's just...”
“Rose he killed a human.”
“By accident!” Her voice growing louder than she intended. She quieted a bit. “He wouldn’t intentionally hurt someone. He’s honestly not as bad as everyone seems to think, if you guys would take the time to get to know him.” She stood, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I’m going for a walk.
Without waiting for a reply Rosalind spun around and stalked out of the room, nearly running straight into the person they’d just been talking about. “Oh! Deimos!”
She heard the door close behind her and she took a step back as Deimos studied her face. What’s wrong?
Rosie hadn’t realized her cheeks were red from being frustrated at her friends, and she quickly shook her head. N-nothing. I was just arguing with some friends. I’m okay now.
Arguing? About what?
Her cheeks flared again. Oh...um...you?
Why were you--
Nevermind that! Where are you going? Can I come? She looped her arm through his, dragging him behind her. She didn’t want to talk about the why’s of her conversation, not mentally or emotionally prepared for the rejection that would inevitably come.
@samael
Before it’d be easier to identify. She was young, barely fourteen years old, and he was older, and hot and mysterious. And he was nice to her. Despite the rumors she heard about him, whenever the two interacted, Rosie couldn’t bring herself to be afraid of him. Especially not when, since back then she didn’t have a very good grip on her telepathy, she’d gotten a glimpse, however brief, of how much he just needed a someone.
Instead she got the weird fluttering feeling in her stomach, and got all giggly and giddy around him.
And when they started being around each other intentionally, the giddy feelings and butterflies in her stomach turned into something else, something more.
Before Rosalind realized it, she found herself wanting nothing more than to be able to be around Deimos always. She found herself missing his presence when he wasn’t with her, and thinking about him almost as soon as they were no longer around each other. She found herself treasuring those moments they did get to spend with each other. She found herself wanting to protect him at all costs, from both himself and the students who held a not so positive view of him.
Rosalind was completely and totally in love with Deimos. And he could never ever know.
She was certain he only saw her as an annoying younger sister. How would he not? That was the way she acted towards him.
Rosie sighed.
“What’s wrong Rosalind?” One of her friends, Misha, questioned as the other fairy moved towards Rosie. She plopped onto the couch, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. “What are you thinking about that has you sighing? That isn’t like you.”
“Deimos.” Rosie murmured, not really thinking about what type of reaction she’d get from that answer. She wouldn’t have to wait long to find out though.
“Deimos?” Another fairy named Blossom questioned, also fluttering over to the couch. “As in Deimos Beck? The mutt who killed that researcher?”
Rosalind felt a prick of annoyance at her friend’s words but she swallowed it and nodded instead.
“Why are you thinking about him?” Misha asked. It wasn’t as if it were a secret Rosie often went to see Deimos. They didn’t exactly try to hide their friendship, so she didn’t understand her friend’s reactions to her words. Though her next words, she’d understand their shock completely.
“I think I’m in love with him.”
“What?!” Both fairies squealed at the same time, and Rosalind found herself regretting saying anything.
“What do you mean you’re in love with him?” Misha asked, scooting closer to Rosalind. “Are you insane?”
“No.” Rosalind quickly shook her head. “Honestly, at first it was because he’s hot. Now it's just...”
“Rose he killed a human.”
“By accident!” Her voice growing louder than she intended. She quieted a bit. “He wouldn’t intentionally hurt someone. He’s honestly not as bad as everyone seems to think, if you guys would take the time to get to know him.” She stood, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I’m going for a walk.
Without waiting for a reply Rosalind spun around and stalked out of the room, nearly running straight into the person they’d just been talking about. “Oh! Deimos!”
She heard the door close behind her and she took a step back as Deimos studied her face. What’s wrong?
Rosie hadn’t realized her cheeks were red from being frustrated at her friends, and she quickly shook her head. N-nothing. I was just arguing with some friends. I’m okay now.
Arguing? About what?
Her cheeks flared again. Oh...um...you?
Why were you--
Nevermind that! Where are you going? Can I come? She looped her arm through his, dragging him behind her. She didn’t want to talk about the why’s of her conversation, not mentally or emotionally prepared for the rejection that would inevitably come.
@samael
