#rosesol

Is Palamides from *Gideon-timeline*!?!?!?

WAIT

HOLY FUCK

I love SolRose!!!!!!

Sollux is a really surly dude and he is begrudging to accept any affection, much less portray it, but he’s also someone who will LITERALLY DIE if it means helping his friends stay safe, so while he does behave in a very selfless manner, the way he talks is very crude!

I think Rose would start out thinking he’s really fun to poke at because his buttons are just so EASY and AVAILABLE to be pushed and she’s antagonistic by nature, and the two would settle pretty quickly into playful banter. Mutually antagonistic and insulting, but all in good fun! I could see them having a very easy pitch, or at the very least starting out in pitch, fun and flirty and friendly, and maybe later they’d go softer and vacillate flush.

Pale would be fun too. Rose trying to pick apart Sollux’s brain only to have him zero in on her own personal problems and insecurities with positively lethal accuracy and no desire to sugar coat it. That could also work in pitch, though, where they present each other’s problems with hyper affective bluntness and a “so what’re you gonna do about it, punk?”

Awwww that’s really cute!!! I can imagine Sollux grumbling and fussing the entire time she does it but mwuahaha, she is the one with power here, she will kiss his forehead and make him hydrate himself and there is NOTHING he can do about it <3

For an intro and description, as well as larger pictures and text colors, check out the post on AO3! Among other things, that link has breakdowns of which characters are which.

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EB: roxy has torn up my bonnet, made it up new, and says she will wear it to church!

Mr. Captor was good-looking and gentlemanlike: he had a pleasant countenance, and easy, unaffected manners. His siblings were fine trolls, with an air of decided fashion. His brother-in-law, Mr. Makara, merely looked the gentleman; but his moirail, Ms. Maryam, soon drew the attention of the room by her fine, tall person, handsome features, noble mien, and the report, which was in general circulation within five minutes after her entrance, of her having ten thousand a year.

AG: And so none of the Hertforshire ladies could please you, Miss Maryam?

CG: NOT EVEN THE FAMOUS MISS HARLEYS?

TA: well ii never met wiith prettiier giirl2 or plea2anter people iin my liife

GA: Sollux You Astonish Me

GA: I Saw Little Beauty And No Breeding At All

GA: The Eldest Is I Grant You Rather Pretty

TA: a fiine conce22iion

TA: come on admiit iit 2he2 an angel

GA: She Smiles Too Little

AG: Oh, Rose Lalonde is a sweet girl.

AG: 8ut the mother!!!!!!!!

AG: I heard Jade Harley described as a famous local 8eauty.

AG: What do you say to that, Miss Maryam?

GA: I Should As Soon Call Her Mother A Wit

GG: are you in meryton to subdue the discontented populace, sir

GG: or do you defend alternia against the french?

TT: Neither, ma'am, I trust.

TT: We hope to winter very peacefully at Meryton.

TT: My soldiers are in great need of training, and my officers in ever great need of society.

GG: then as soon as you're settled, i hope you'll give a ball!

GT: Oh, yes, old chap, do!

TT: You think a ball would be well received?

EB: make him give a ball, mr. english. we'll dance with all the officers!

TG: if aradia would only play somehting we could dnace with them now

TG: aradia! aradia lets have no moer of that dull stuff

TG: paly something jolly

TG: we want to dance!

TG: rose!

TG: mr cpator!

TG: come and dance with us!!!

TT: Not now, Roxy.

Baisemain - A kiss on the hand.

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When she takes your hand in hers and brings it to her mouth, it feels more intimate than a kiss. Her eyes never leave yours, and you know you don't have the nerve to look away first. Her lips press to the back of your hand, once, gently, before she releases it.

Neither of you has looked away. You raise your other hand, slowly, because two-- the symmetry, you need this, you need it, but you know you can't find the words to tell her why.

You don't need the words. She doesn't hesitate as her fingers meet yours, and she finally looks down and breaks the gaze. She takes your first hand and evaluates the faint mark, shifting in her seat to change her angle before she bends forward. She pauses, barely above your hand, moving it minutely until she has adjusted it to her satisfaction.