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I again dreamt of you in flowers…

Alexander Blok - Ante Lucem  (via angesirene)

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            don’t you DARE underestimate me.

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that’s a rather... sudden change in style...

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phoenix:

her brow falls slack against the almost-broken electronic register, her head almost lost in the realm of sleep as she spends her last few minutes of her shift in and out of consciousness. the movie-theatre was warming up for the night; a cleaner emptying trash cans as phoenix caught up on a few z’s. that night the theatre would play REAR-WINDOW; a classic, and phoenix would find herself sat at the back swapping numbers with boys and girls for fun. it is only when she hears the rev of an engine and the sound of a door closing does phoenix lift her head, eyes all a-glaze as she tries to bring herself into her body.

for too long she had been left to dream of colours, patterns and ghosts from a past unknown. 

“welcome! the movie ain’t ready yet..” her eyes drift to meet theirs, suddenly coming alive as she leaps from her stool - her head knocking against a flashing neon sign that advertised the movie and the name of the theatre. “or - OUCH! - did you come to see me?” 

rosalie suppresses a giggle as the woman hits her head on the sign. ‘ phoenix ‘ her name tag reads. she had needed a break, from the endless monotony of the shaky tv in her hotel room,

“oh - that’s alright, i’ll just wait.” i’ve got no where else to be. she doesn’t say the last bit, but it seems to hang in the air, unspoken yet plainly obvious. she realises she doesn’t mind overly - she’ll be out of here as soon as she chooses to leave, so if she embarasses herself badly enough she can just go tomorrow.

“i’m rosalie, by the way.”

why the heck not?

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VICTORIA PEDRETTI as Love Quinn in You 2x01 “A Fresh Start”

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headcanons ;

i didn’t want to put this all in the intro post, so under the ‘ keep reading ‘ i’ll put some ideas / headcanons i have for rosalie!

she’s never really had friends because her mother essentially made skating the only thing in her life, so she struggles with understanding the boundaries but also the responsibilities of any kind of relationship.

she’s very kind, polite, but she doesn’t let people walk all over her - she’s had enough of that. she’d have to be blinded by how close they were before she let anyone get away with treating her badly.

she has some skates and a few of her outfits with her, she doesn’t know why because she wasn’t planning on skating during the trip, but she doesn’t feel complete without them - they also remind her that she has something important to go back to, and she can’t forget about the opportunity she’s been given.

she keeps a lot of her emotions bottled up inside, and can sometimes be a bit melancholy because of this - she doesn’t know how to express her feelings in a healthy way.

she can be a bit of a princess when it comes to living arrangements, food, and the like because she’s used to better. she’d never be rude, but internally she probably turns her nose up at a lot of boot hill.

because of her parents & coaches, she mistrusts adults in positions of power because she resents the control they hold. she’d be very polite, but certainly guarded around them.

she’s not a big crier in front of other people, but she is when she’s alone. if she cries in front of you it’s either because she really can’t hold it back, or she really trusts you.

she’s subconciously REALLY wary about romantic feelings now, and would probably run a mile if anything turned in that direction. she’d have to develop real trust and a connection with someone before embarking on anything like that again because she couldn’t bare to lose someone that important to her after will.

speaking of will, he was her first and only boyfriend, the first and only boy she’s had sex with, the first and only boy she’s even kissed, so all of her expectations are based around him - he was a really nice boy who loved her very much and treated her well, but he wasn’t very exciting or interesting. i feel like if she embarked on a relationship again it would either be with someone exactly like him, and she would be constantly comparing them, or with someone the opposite, which would cause her great heartache. whichever way, this gal needs some therapy before she’s properly ready for love.

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hey guys! i’m madelaine (also the writer of joanne whitman and lana richards) and character number three has arrived! i’m rubbish at intros so here’s just a little bit of info. rosalie kerrigan is another soft gal but she also has a strong backbone and won’t let herself be walked all over. she’s a figure skater on the olympic training team (not for much longer...) and has just arrived in boot hill after separating from the rest of her road trip gang.

i’m super excited for her as she’s a different type of character to the one i normally play! i hope you are too <3

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tag dump !

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MEET ROSALIE,

FULL NAME › Rosalie Grace Kerrigan AGE › twenty two GENDER › Cis female (She/Her/Hers) FROM › Boston, Massachusetts LODGING › Silk Bonnet Hotel PRIOR EMPLOYMENT › Figure Skater NOW PLAYING › One from A Chorus Line

BIOGRAPHY,

trigger/content warnings: child abuse, sexual assault/rape

rosalie was never an overly ambitious child – but her mother was. desperate for her daughter to succeed in the area where she had started her own training far too late to flourish, laura kerrigan put her child through gruelling hours of private lessons daily. but she didn’t just want rosalie to succeed; she demanded that she do so. at the age of six, mistakes were met by a sharp smack and pointed words. by age ten, it was a backhand across the face so hard that she was sent reeling to the floor. her father was apathetic – he indulged his wife’s desperation for their daughter to succeed, ignored the abuse that left rosalie terrified to breath, to mis-step, to do anything other than achieve perfection – even though it was his money funding the lessons, the custom rhinestone costumes, the racks of skates across her bedroom floor.

at sixteen, her mother pulled her from school to focus on her training full time, and rosalie lost her only anchor to safety – she had never been overly popular, never surrounded by friends due to her inability to go to parties or attend anything outside of school hours, but she had been surrounded by normal people, normal teachers who praised her rather than constantly criticising like her coaches. suddenly, she was engulfed in a world where she would never be good enough – never thin enough, never fast enough, never pretty enough, never perfect enough. a world where her only destinations were the rink and her home. when she was raped by the janitor behind the seats, came home with tears staining tracks down her face, her mother refused to report it, refused to sully their reputation at the rink. no matter that she felt sick every time she arrived, no matter that she had to see that man every day – because image was everything.

and rosalie’s image was the princess, with her beautiful dresses, silky hair, white teeth and big eyes. the other girls crossed their arms, cut her out of their circle. she tried not to care – she always beat them. the men hollered, yelling obscenities and trying to get a glimpse of her changing. the judges scored her highly, gave her marks which she could scarcely believe she deserved – her mother was happy, so she didn’t say anything. She was on track to make the olympic team, training with the best coaches in the country, the envy of all of the girls who shared her dream. and yet, deep inside, she knew it was never her dream. she enjoyed it, enjoyed her talent, enjoyed feeling free on the ice, yet could never fully enjoy it, always fearful of making a mistake even when no one was watching.

then, when she was nineteen, rosalie met the love of her life, completely by chance. he was serving at the diner where her and her mother stopped on the way home from a competition, and something about the twinkle in his eyes just drew her in. on the way back from the toilet, he pulled her aside, and they began to talk, until her mother whisked her away with an excuse that was almost a dare for him to object – he didn’t, mainly because he had already handed her a slip of napkin with his number on. they began to meet whenever she had a spare second, sharing stolen kisses and shared drinks. will’s mother had died young, his father an uncaring alcoholic, and he had made his own way, in the complete opposite to rosalie’s carefully controlled life. he was different, he was special, and he loved her. for rosalie, that was enough.

for her mother, it was too much – a distraction, a risk, an invitation to a world outside the carefully crafted one for the perfect skater. she confiscated her phone, kept tabs on where her daughter was going, and broke her heart. this was too much for rosalie. when she made the olympic training team at twenty one, she left home, moved away and cut contact with the mother who smothered her and the father who didn’t care. she tried to contact will again, but either he had changed his number or just didn’t respond – she couldn’t blame him.

before she started her training, rosalie wanted to take a road trip across america. she set off with two of the girls she knew from skating – they were hardly friends, but the closest thing she had. they split off in new mexico, rosalie continuing on through arizona until one night, she was so tired all of a sudden she stopped off in a little town called boot hill. it was everything she wanted – anonymous, slow-paced, unambitious, quiet. she thought she would stop for a few days, appreciate the different way of life.

she’s been here a week. she likes it. maybe, just maybe, she’ll stay.

❝ it doesn’t get easier, you just get stronger. ❞

CENSUS,

FACECLAIM › Victoria Pedretti AUTHOR › Madelaine