#rosetonlin

Both the twins think of themselves as the 'big' sister

Lily argues she has more maturity and technically Rose is still eight and it's her body they're living in

Rose argues that death gives her worldly experience and she was actually born 4 minutes earlier and she was taller

So in Rose's living!verse the crash did still happen, it just didn't kill her. This time, the driver stopped to help, and she woke up from her month-long coma instead of having to be unplugged.

But still, she'd suffered massive injuries, and it was a long and difficult healing process.

She has scars on most of her body: arms, legs, abdomen, chest, even under her hair since she had a brain bleed. Both from the actual crash and the resulting dozen surgeries that saved her life and ability to function normally.

The scars on places like her arms and legs have faded enough that you can't see them without being quite close or looking the right way, but the ones from the more major surgery on her organs are much more prominent, which she is incredibly self-conscious of. To her, her scars are just as embarrassing and cringe-worthy as Lily's stutter is to her sister.

"What the- Jesus Christ guys aren't we supposed to check on people?" Rose huffed, pushing into the cabin, late as always. No one seemed to mind though, the other stewardesses were buzzing with talk, nearly vibrating like some freaky hive-mind of excitement. "Seriously, what the hell?" The girl frowned, cocking her head as she adjusted her uniform. The girls were all crowded at the entrance to first class, in the little area separating it from the bathrooms by a curtain.

"We've got a famous person on board." Elizabeth hissed, grinning and giddy.

"Oh?" Rose raised an eyebrow, glancing around at the others and chuckling. "Cool. Who? Someone I know?"

"Nah, you only read travel." Someone called back and she stuck her tongue out at them.

"He's an author. Really amazing fiction novels of all kinds. And he's super young too, in his twenties." Someone else informed her, and Rose was surprised the girl didn't actually swoon.

"Awesome. Wow. I'm shaking. Ah. Now can you please move your butts so we can do our jobs? Hell, go talk to him if that helps." She rolled her eyes, nudging a few of her friends.

"Oh no, we couldn't possibly!" She felt like smacking herself in the head. "We already did our rounds anyway, you're late." Another girl commented. "And the flight's delayed." A few others added. In other words, they had plenty of free time to hover a few feet from a (she guessed) attractive young author.

"You're all ridiculous. I'm gonna go collect some autographs so I don't have to endure this all the way to New York." Rose grumbled, grabbing a pile of napkins and pushing through the crowd, despite gasps of protest. Someone squeaked out his seat number and she thanked them, marching down the aisle until she spotted a blonde man bent over a notebook.

"I come on behalf of the collective." She announced, trying to hold in a laugh as she cocked her head, looking him over. Okay, she could see the appeal, but she didn't read fiction much. "Apparently you're supermegafoxyawesomehot and talented and the various and sundry women on board are irritating me with their fangirling. I request you gift me with some autographs so I can feed the rabid females and return to my day of raiding the extra cookies. If you do so I might share said cookie haul." She grinned and offered him the napkins and a pen, wondering vaguely exactly what he wrote.

"What?" Rose’s eyes go wide, shock and excitement thrilling her. A moment later she feels the pulling of her soul being ripped from her sister’s, a pain that sends her stumbling. But she recovers in time to reach out and catch the unconscious Lily as she falls, gently laying her down on their couch and then rushing to the bathroom to look at herself.

Her true self. This is her. Who she really is. And she just wants people to know her this way, not as a byproduct of her sister but as herself. An original entity.

Fuck.

Rose froze, wide-eyed as she rounded a corner and came within feet of a group of biters. Oops. It took her a few seconds too long to react, the surprise holding her there. She was too close. Usually the undead didn't notice her, seeing as she was partly dead too. But at this distance, with a hungry crowd, she was in serious danger.

When one turned and growled at her, rotted teeth snapping, she was jolted back into action. She turned and ran, feet hammering the ground, sprinting away as fast as she could. Maybe they'd give up if she got far enough ahead, or maybe she could lose them in the twists and turns of the city.

After a block she risked a glance over her shoulder, cursing to see they weren't falling behind. Damn things were surprisingly quick when they got the scent of living flesh.

She tried to put on a burst of speed, outpace them, but suddenly something dashed between her legs and tripped her up. Fuckin' rats. She yelped in surprise as her feet tangled and dropped her. The concrete is suddenly meeting her face at high speed, and everything goes dark.

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The girl groans as she wakes, shifting and wincing as the movement sends shards of pain through her head. OW jesus fuck what happened?

Wait, why was she even conscious? Rose was supposed to be in charge nowadays.

Rose could smell new death, lost souls circling like confused, lame pigeons. She followed it through the trees, tasting bile and yet unable to stop herself. It was horrid, always, to see the ones left behind. The lost and broken and alone. Like she was.

She began to see them soon enough, flicking through the trees. Some had no idea, they just wandered with lost looks on their faces, nearly-real forms bloody and battered. Others knew, or had, and now they were shattered, unable to comprehend or absorb it. Some wailed, some just stood there, blank now, too broken to do anything. No Reapers would come for these souls, they were meant to be left behind.

The ghosts were drawn to her, one of their kind in a living body, and watched them gather around her, grey eyes wide as her feet continued forward simply because if she stopped she'd go mad. Which she likely would. The translucent forms reached for her and she screamed as a cold hand wrapped around her arm, touch real. It realized it too and grinned savagely, pulling at her. If they couldn't be saved, they would take anyone better off than them and tear them down.

She shrieks again shrilly, stumbling away, closing her eyes against them, bringing her hands to her ears to block out their cries. She was one of them once, and she never wanted to go back. She can't even handle the reminder. And she takes refuge in the only place available, diving down into the body, burying her consciousness as deep as it can go and praying that Lily can find a way out of that awful place.

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The girl awoke sitting against a tree, back pressed to rough bark, throat sore and eyes stinging, cheeks wet. Something was horribly wrong with Rose, but her sister was stubbornly dormant now, and it seemed she was staying that way. Running from her emotions, as usual.

The living twin pushed shakily to her feet, rubbing a hand over her face and looking up sharply when she heard footsteps coming towards her. She dropped her gaze nervously when a man emerged from the tress, shuffling her feet and waiting for him to ask who she was or what she was doing there... not that she had a clue as to the second.

"Hello..." Ooh, a new species. Rose loved those, loved trying to figure out who they were, what they were. Something new was wonderful, exciting, and got her all curious. The unfortunate side of the ghost's curiosity was that she still retained an eight-year-old's bluntness in a 22 year old's body. "So what are you? I can't quite tell." She tilted her head, studying the girl. Not human, that was for sure, but that was the extent she could figure out.

Relaxing, peaceful, quiet. Three words that definitely did not at all apply to Rose's current situation. She was quite literally stuck in a tree, a rather unpleasant situation. And there was a witch and a vampire arguing under her. She felt like she was in a bad joke. "A ghost, a vampire, and a witch walk into a bar..." Anyway, she didn't think the end to this one would be funny, the with was a: powerful and b: very, very pissed. And both of them were directly under Rose's tree, for god knew what reason. She'd been having a rather nice day in her leafy hideout until the fight planted itself directly beneath her. There was no way out except down, and there was no way down except right on top of one of them, or in between them, which was a place she didn't really want to be at all.

And yet, as the minutes passed, the ground looked more and more inviting. After half an hour, she sucked in a breath and said "screw it" because as much as she loved trees, she didn't want to spend all day in this one. With a breath, she scrambled down a few branches and then just dropped, landing between them with an 'umf.' There was a strange flash of light, but she assumed it was just the impact messing with her vision, it was gone in a moment. "You guys are really loud." She informed the surprised arguers, who were, temporarily, still, staring at her both caught mid-angry gesture. For a second her vision wavered again, and when she blinked things seemed... different.

"What? I was here first, don't look at me like that." She huffed, straightening her clothes. Why were they so tight all of a sudden? And actually, why had her voice suddenly gone deep? Oh crap. Slowly, Rose looked down at herself.

And shrieked. "WHAT DID YOU DO THIS IS A RENTAL!" Frantically she poked and prodded at herself. Not an illusion. She'd dropped right into the witch's spell, and now she'd gotten the body all messed up. In fact, she was now a man. Fuck. She should have just stayed in the tree.