#seerofblight

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Rose,

Okay, so I get this is coming to you at the absolute goddamn worst time, and I’m sorry. This is all shit I wanted to say to you while I was alive, but didn’t have the balls to say out loud. That’s really shitty of me and for you, and I couldn’t apologize enough even if I had the opportunity to.

You’re an amazing person, Rose. You’ve always been there for me in one way or another and you’ve always proved yourself to be willing to do whatever it takes to get shit right (and get shit done). You’re smart, sharp, and sweet when you want to be. You’re basically the full package and everyone who spends time with you is lucky to have the chance to do it.

I hated my family growing up. I thought family was pretty much no better than a prison system that kept you locked down and shut up. You (and John and Jade and Roxy and Dirk, but mostly you) changed my mind. You’re my family. You’re everything to me, and I love you.

I just wish I’d had the courage to tell you before I died.

I do love you. Hopefully, I won’t see you soon.

You’re pretty sure this isn’t the Rose you knew considering she wasn’t head to toe in her usual orange and, well she simply looked considerably younger. Not that you were discriminating of course. You hadn’t gotten much time to talk to the version of Rose you knew since her and Kanaya had simultaneously decided to live in each other’s wastechutes, but you had to wonder if she would recognize you and more importantly what kind of impressions this version had of you. 

seerofblight

It was a long held habit, to find a solitary library and spend the daylight hours paging through books, whether lit by sun streaming the windows, or in the dim of a defunct corner of the city, lit only by candles she struck herself. Each held a delight to her, for her knowledge mostly from books, not experience of travel. The long habit brought her comfort, with the dry smell of dust and paper, and the escape from the humans who filled the city overmuch.

Though the libraries were not always empty- in this case, there was at least one other present. A small human, certainly not full grown- a little girl child. Her skin and hair was pale- her hair in particular reminded her of the fair-haired princeling she’d met only half a year ago.

    ❝Hey, watch it!❞ 

Jason grabs the arm of a young girl with shockingly blonde hair, just in time to pull her out of a staggering drunk woman’s path. The woman pays no heed to the girl, but makes a move as if to give Jason a pat on the ass (which he avoids) before laughing loudly and stumbling back down the street, flanked by her friends. Jason narrows his eyes briefly, wondering if he should call the police to escort the women home, but he’s more focused on the thirteen-year-old he just caught out after dark. He lets go of her arm and gives her an apologetic look.