#rose holder

Maia was always a huge advocate for self care. And even more than that, she was also a firm believer in always having a good pedicure. There was no hope for her hands, they were always covered in leftover paint from one of her projects that she hadn’t been able to scrub off and were constantly abused by the continuous beatings she put them through during her art work. But her feet, well, at least she could make sure her feet looked nice. 

She had a standing, monthly appointment at the Beauty Bar that today she was especially looking forward to. With all of the inner turmoil she had been experiencing lately, what with realizing she was starting to develop real feelings for her best friend, she really needed this time to relax and unwind. She walked into the shop, eager for a little pampering, until she spotted a familiar brunette also getting a pedicure. Maia’s shoulders slumped a little bit. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Dean’s sister, in fact, deep down, Maia really wished that they could be friends. But she’d long ago given up that hope for the youngest Holder, as the female had made it clear she didn’t trust Maia... even after all this time of being Dean’s friend. And if Maia were being truthful, she’d have to admit that Rose intimidated her.

Standing at the reception waiting on the lady who would be giving her a pedicure today, Maia made a point of keeping her gaze away from the area Rose was in. Maybe they’d end up being seated far enough apart from each other that they could pretend they hadn’t seen each other? Or maybe they would only have to share the uncomfortable greeting they reserved for each other in social settings? As Maia greeted Cheryl, one of her favorite people at the shop with a hug, and followed her in the direction of the pedicure stations, she found herself quietly wishing, _not next to Rose, not next to Rose, not next to Rose _over and over again. Seems as though the fates were not in her favor though, because of course Cheryl lead her to the seat right next to Rose’s. With a resigned ‘thanks,’ to Cheryl, Maia turned towards her seat, offering Rose a small smile. “Hi, Rose.” she greeted quietly.  

LOCATION: The Holder manor. TIME: Seven-thirty in le evening on Friday, October 9th. 

Every once in a while, Dean caved to the requests of his mother and little sister. Only every once in a while, it should be noted. Ever since his display of rebellion a mere decade ago, Dean had been adamant about spending the least amount of time with his family as possible. Namely, he didn’t want to subject himself to the scolding eyes of his father, the town mayor.. and unfortunately, that included his elder brother, considering he was, in Dean’s eyes at least, daddy’s little bitch robot. Less family time denoted less problems for Dean, and for someone who readily wished to avoid being pushed to the edge, that was a dream. This night, however, was the ‘once in a while’, where Rose begged and he, ultimately, caved. It didn’t make him feel any less uncomfortable, or solid with the decision he’d made.. particularly now as their father walks in, making eyes with everyone first, reserving the disappointed expression for his second son. Dean merely stared at him, feeling a cold chill run down his spine; unnerved, but he wouldn’t show it. He refused to give his father any ammunition; and with a taut expression, he shifts his gaze over to his mother.. “It’s so nice that you came tonight, my darling Deanie,” he noted the brief look of warning she gave Jonathan, then. 

       “Well, I did have plans.. but someone convinced me otherwise,” his gaze deadpans over to Rose, clenching his jaw somewhat, finding it extremely difficult to hold back the petty comments reeling in his mind.