#itspenance

@itspenance

Riley was told to take a seat in Alec's chair, and wait until he got there. A not on his desk a long with a file about her parents murder. 

Alec this is Riley, in the file is a report about a murder. Those are her parents. Riley has no family around so you'll be watching her, good luck! - Miller

Riley spun around in the chair stopping when she saw Alec her small legs dangling off the chair as she moved them back and forth. She smiled up at him waving "are you Alec?" she asked. 

I'm so excited tooooo apdkslwokskdj

“‘M fine…” Rose slurred, grinning ridiculously at Alec at she reached for the drink she’d just ordered. She was wobbling slightly on her feet, but for the most part was simply giddy.

So, I have felt that this post has been building up for a while, and I think it's been overdue for some time. I have just reached 250 followers, and for that milestone I have to share a thing about my muse. So, this blog has been going on for a month or so, and until now I have reached enough of plots to finally write this post, which is tied to relationships of my Rose. All of you are brilliant, and I love writing with you to no end, but there are five people up til this point that I ship my Rose with, and they are mostly based on insane chemistry that I've felt during our roleplays. 

That being said, these are the otps, and my only ships that I will have on this blog, and the only ones I really want to develop the romantic story with:

barcelxna -  My one and only Ten, the one Rose muse screams around the whole time.

allonsysaidhe - Main Tentoo and the one mun and muse are incredibly addicted to. He's everything I wanted in Tentoo.

fancyspaceman - Theta and teenage!Rose are honestly the cutest.

itspenance - Alec Hardy. There is no one else I'd have my Rose be with in the ;of beauty and petals verse. There is just too many feels.

itspenance

Rose, or well, Belle, has gotten ready for the new client like any other day. With the lipstick on, hair curled and just enough eyeshadow not to look to cheap but too bland either, she strutted over to the room number she was given on the phone, taking a second glance from left to right. Discretion was all that mattered when it came to clients, especially new ones, and it was discretion and quality of service that kept them returning.

However, something was bothering her the whole way over there, and it had all started that morning when she first got the phone call. He was a man in his late thirties, early forties maybe, single, and a little bit grumpy. Scottish, too. Nothing unusual and nothing she had not seen before, if there was not for his voice. There was something so achingly familiar about it, yet Belle could not have put her finger on it, not quite yet. Perhaps that was the reason, and not the cool air coming from the air conditioning, that made her hairs stand up at the back of her neck as she knocked on his door twice, before checking her lipstick one more time in the pocket mirror.