#because feels.

Getting gifts from Lestat was somewhat of a common occurrence for Rose, but when she was told to meet Lestat in his room, she sensed this was different. Her hand was open, ready, and when she saw the diamond ring, she was left blinking. She highly doubted Lestat was proposing to her, even if it was in a familial way.

She hardly had enough patience to wait for his explanation, but when he did begin speaking, her jaw dropped. Tears sprung to her eyes, and though she tried to blink them away, a few drops of blood slid down her face, her chin.

Looking back up into Lestat’s eyes, she manages a weak smile. She had a hundred questions, but the only important thing that came to her mind to do instead of ask them was place the ring on her right hand, middle finger. That way no one could mistake it for a real engagement ring, but she would be able to wear it, forever.

Voice thick with emotions, she was first grateful to Lestat, pressing her tear stained face to his chest, “Thank you. You don’t…I don’t know if you know what this means, but thank you so much. You’ve always done so much…I can’t begin to repay you. But I will try to live a good life. For you. Always.”

“Non. You owe me nothing. Live a good life for yourself, ma cherie.”, he said, placing his hand along her back as he gently rubbed her shoulder blades in a gesture of comfort. He had anticipated that the gift might make her emotional, and why should it not? His beautifully bloomed Rose had gone through so much in her short mortal life, and she had flourished even without a traditional family. He had long since considered those overrated but, he had still wished better for her than he had been able to give. This was perhaps one way of making up for it, an incredibly small way.

22.) If your character could time travel, where would they go? 

It had been a long time since he'd set foot on this street. Since he'd set foot in this city, in fact. He looked up at the buildings around him, mere outlines against the sunset sky, and took a deep breath. What was he going to say? What could he say, after being gone so long and without even a message? Would they even believe it was him? Well, he'd have to find out sometime.

Pushing open the door of the apartment complex he'd stopped in front of, he headed up the stairs. The way was a familiar one, everything almost exactly as he remembered. The wooden stairs had perhaps a little more wear, the wallpaper was perhaps a little more faded, but it was still the same building he'd left five years ago. Five years...a sudden ball of iron settled in his stomach. The building wouldn't be the only thing that would have changed.

He paused in front of a door that, though in appearance was no different from any other on that floor, would likely change his life once opened, either for better or worse he didn't know. The iron ball shifted into a slowly growing fear. Had they moved on? Had she? He wouldn't blame her...after all, he was supposed to be dead; only perhaps three people in all of Amestris knew the truth of the matter, and none of them were beyond that door.