"Oh, could I see them?" Rose asks immediately about Testament's written works. She clears her throat, a little embarrassed. "Not that you have them on-hand, of course. But if you regain them with stamps, or start a new project. If you want." Co-writing was actually one of Rose's favorite activities, growing up, and it was a little sad that her friends moved past that. "Um, and your unique magic, of course."
Okay, Rose has to geek out for a moment, but internally. She wrote a book once, or maybe twice, in which the anti-hero/antagonist was a sharp-dressed, androgynous person with unique magic. Testament seems like exactly that but gothier? Which is what 13-year-old Rose probably would have written if she hadn't been too self-conscious about it. And Testament hangs out with demons, too?
Testament is basically Adolescent Rose's perfect OC, and Adult Rose is quickly becoming a fan as well. She'll need to be careful not to mess this up.
"Sure," she says, then remembers what the question was. "I mean, tea is okay. Coffee's my beverage of choice, but I like a good tea party. I appreciate them more than when I was a little girl, certainly." Child Rose rebelled against tea parties until her mother stopped trying.
Now that they've flown past grasslands and swamps, the beach glitters brilliantly in the sunlight. Rose brings her new acquaintance down for a soft landing, not even disturbing the sand. Rose smiles at the view, then spots a wooden table on the beach. She gestures toward it, as if inviting Testament to seat themself first.
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Okay, Rose has to geek out for a moment, but internally. She wrote a book once, or maybe twice, in which the anti-hero/antagonist was a sharp-dressed, androgynous person with unique magic. Testament seems like exactly that but gothier? Which is what 13-year-old Rose probably would have written if she hadn't been too self-conscious about it. And Testament hangs out with demons, too?
Testament is basically Adolescent Rose's perfect OC, and Adult Rose is quickly becoming a fan as well. She'll need to be careful not to mess this up.
"Sure," she says, then remembers what the question was. "I mean, tea is okay. Coffee's my beverage of choice, but I like a good tea party. I appreciate them more than when I was a little girl, certainly." Child Rose rebelled against tea parties until her mother stopped trying.
Now that they've flown past grasslands and swamps, the beach glitters brilliantly in the sunlight. Rose brings her new acquaintance down for a soft landing, not even disturbing the sand. Rose smiles at the view, then spots a wooden table on the beach. She gestures toward it, as if inviting Testament to seat themself first.