#swsw

okay swinswerve time.

Slowly getting back into it. Been thinking about posting chapters as I finish them, but I’m scared that I won’t be able to go back and change things around if I don’t like them. 

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“What would you say your relationship with your family is like?” Tamisha asks.

“It varies. I mean no one gets along all the time” Rosé answers hesitantly.

“Let’s break it down then” Tamisha suggests. “What’s your relationship like with your mum? Do you do any special activities together? Any common interests?”

“We’re basically complete opposites” Rosé confesses. “But she’s a hairdresser, so she used to help me dye my hair before I figured out how to do it myself.”

“Do you change colours often?” Tamisha asks out of interest.

Rosé shakes her head, her fingers pulling at the ends of the pink strands. Then she smirks slightly. “Only the shade when I get the maths wrong.”

Tamisha smiles warmly before asking, “and what does your dad do for work? What’s your relationship with him?”

“Construction. I don’t see him much unless he’s between contracts. He starts early and I get home late when I have things on after school.”

Tamisha hums in acknowledgement. “You do have a lot of extracurriculars” she notes, sparing a glance back to Rosé’s file. “Do your parents support you in those?”

Rosé shakes her head. “It’s not like they don’t want me doing them, they just don’t come to performances and things” she quickly adds.

“Does that upset you in any way?” Tamisha asks.

“No. It’s just not their thing and that’s fine” Rosé answers. “I’ve got friends who come along instead.”

“Do you have any siblings?”

Rosé shakes her head.

Here is the beginning of the Six Weeks and Stuffed Wombats rewrite. 

I’m also looking for advice, do we think that the dialogue between unnamed characters works well enough? It seems a little clunky to me, but I have no idea how else to format it. HELP ME 💚

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The room was supposed to be sound proofed, but Denali could still hear the yelling muffled through the door. For minutes on end, she waited out in the hallway of the music department, listening but unable to make out any of the words. At times there would be a gap, presumably when someone else got the chance to speak, but other than that the yelling continued. 

It was almost as much of a relief to her as to those inside when the surrounding goes quiet, and the doorhandle finally turns. An awkward laugh slips through the lips of the first choir member to exit as they share a look with another.

“Do you think she’s okay?” she asks under her breath.

“I don’t know” the second answers as they continue down the hallway out of earshot.

Other choir members file out behind them, their faces reading in mixes of sadness and shock. Some others wearing frowns of confusion.

“Did you see her flinch?” a girl in Denali’s math class says to her friend.

Her friend nods. “It was like she thought he was going to hit her.”

“Well, it would be like what her parents do” a third person adds in and is immediately shushed with frantic noises. “What? Everyone knows.” They shrink back, raising their hands in surrender.

What I want to know is, is there anything anyone would like to see in it?

It will probably be the last story in the Safe House AU and I want to tie off loose ends. So let me know if you want to see any references to other fics I’ve written, or any scenes you would really like to see. Give me feedback on sentence structure, or just jump into my ask box and hold me accountable for finally finishing this. 

I am so addicted, I am head over heels