Books In Star Bits

RP/Ask blog. Indie, semi-active, semi-selective Rabbid Rosalina, or “Rosa,” from Mario + Rabbids: Sparks of Hope.

NOT SPOILER-FREE!

Crossover and OC friendly. 15+ years experience. Paragraph preferred, flexible overall. Low activity due to chronic pain.

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Penned by @silverstarsheep​

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About

PAW HEADCANONS, because I can. Includes my headcanons for Edge over on @edgeofdarkmess

NOTES: 

Rosa waited with bated breath, her little paws picking at Kaboomer’s seams with anxiety. When he came down to her level, she found herself staring at the bridge of his nose, avoiding eye contact, much like Dark Choco himself.

Tears welled in her eyes upon his initial response, and she dropped Kaboomer. “I don’t know.” It made a pit in her stomach… However, when he continued, it was as if all tension had been released from her, and the tears spilled down her cheeks. There was a chance…! Her paws rubbed at her face, failing to keep the waterfall at bay.

“Thank,” she wept, voice trembling, “Thank goodness…” It seemed as though she had been waiting for even the slightest of chances, the tiniest of hopes, that Edge could be saved. “I'm… I'm so glad…!” she gulped, now burying her face in her paws. Her tiny frame shook like a leaf as she finally allowed herself to cry.

After a moment or two, Rosa finally managed to collect herself, drying her eyes with her sleeves. A few more sniffles later, and after scooping Kaboomer back into one arm, she looked back up to the towering Dark Choco with a weak little smile.

“Yes, please,” she squeaked. 

It was tempting to reach up and grab his hand, and although she managed to resist the urge, she wound up grabbing the hem of his cape with her free paw, “Do you… Think…” she whispered, quickly silencing herself as she lost all confidence. She bit her lower lip.

Rosa placed a paw to her chin, her eyes suddenly less weary, as if the question had woken her up like a cup of coffee. She contemplated the question a minute or two, obviously taking it very seriously.

“Well,” she mused with a light, dreamy sigh, “Definitely not history… I'm more likely to stay up the entire night reading a history book.” Resting her cheek in her paw, she tilted her head to one side, ears drooping in tow, “I guess most genres will do… So long as it’s not too exciting. So… Slice of life? And romance, I guess…? I have a harder time getting into those, but Peachie loves them.”

The Rabbid blinked, and picked herself up again, as if she had remembered something important, “Oh, right… Uh, recently I've been reading fantasy novels aloud to Peachie when we go to bed…” she smiled to herself, eyes drifting to the ground as she twirled her paws together, “And Edge, too… I think she likes them. She hasn’t complained, anyway. We share a room in the ship, so...” she started to mumble into Kaboomer, “Not like she has much of a choice, I guess...”

Rosa fiddled with her bangs nervously.

“I think shroomies are pretty nice...”

Awwh, it seemed that her attempt to un-tense things were working. Oh, well. 

Hmm, so Rosa was a history lover. Midnite wasn’t one for reading such things. In fact, she typically would let those kinds of books gather dust in favour of the ones she would enjoy reading with… someone else. Though she would sometimes read them when alone… 

…she hated being alone.

“Hmm…well, I do like reading a lot of romance and horror.” she admitted. “Though it’s even better if it’s both. Have you ever read Punio Hazard? It’s cheesy, but the relationship between Gage and Katie Summers is pretty sweet.” she looked so happy as she thought about the chapter she last read, where the Summers were locked in a room and forced to fight a giant mutated Hurt Plant.

Midnite was quickly able to stop herself from going on about it when they came across something in the middle of the hall; Darkmess puddles. The Spark hunter would’ve been able to bypass them no problem (even without the ability to float around), but she knew that Rosa didn’t have that luxury. 

She needed to keep the little one alive until they reached the library, so she had to do something about this. 

“Here, let me fix that for you.” 

The Spark hunter floated over to the other side of the puddles, and held out her hands towards the goopy mess. Within a few seconds, her hands began to pulsate with violet energy… and the darkmess puddles were suddenly split apart, creating a narrow path that Rosa could use safely. While the Spark Hunters did not have the same amount of power over Darkmess energy like their master, they could at least just make puddles split apart for a short time. Though it took a lot of energy, and wasn’t exactly something they needed to do often, so they rarely used it. 

“…I’d start coming over now if I were you.” Midnite then said in between tired gasps and panting.

Despite not having heard about the book, Rosa still attentively listened to the description, even as her sleepy blue eyes wandered to the decorated walls. She echoed the book’s title under her breath, then eventually replied, “No, I haven't read it… I haven't read too many romance novels, actually…” she admitted, tugging at a lock of hair, “It's hard finding good ones that are…” she paused, puffing out her cheek and clearing out her throat, “Age appropriate…”

Her face got a little hot. She didn’t like admitting her age to people, much less strangers.

Since she had been looking at the ground, when Midnite stopped, her paws slipped on the cold floor as she tried to prevent herself from running into the other’s ghost-like tail. She looked between Midnite and the Darkmess puddle. Heaving a heavy sigh, she readied Kaboomer, knowing that she normally had to fight her way through the puddles in order to get past them. However, much to her surprise, the Spark Hunter made a path just big enough for her to slip through.

Blinking, Rosa’s heart jumped in her chest. It was a good reminder that she was dealing with someone on Cursa’s side, who could easily tame the Darkmess… She swallowed the lump in her throat, hoisted Kaboomer into one arm, and gathered her skirts with her free paw. As quickly as she could, she scurried through the thin path, pressing Kaboomber against her face to mask her nose from the odd stench that the puddle emitted.

“Um…! Thanks…” she managed to squeak. She opened her mouth again, almost tempted to ask questions about the Darkmess puddles, why they were there, what purpose they served, and why Cursa and her Spark Hunters were so determined to suck planets dry… But she bit her lower lip instead. It’d be best for her to hold back until they got into the library… But Midnite’s intimidating air didn’t give the little Rabbid a vote of confidence in asking in the first place.