#wow luna

She stares at the photo in her hand. It’s an oldie but a goodie. “He looks so good here.” And he does. She can’t remember the last time she saw Grant so...content. Not his happiest. Not his worst. Somewhere in between. His hand sits on her shoulder and in a far distance, if you look close enough, you see Joey too. It’s the closest thing she has to a family portrait. They’re not the kind to take those after all. Rose places the photograph back on her dresser and shrugs with a bit of a smirk. “I have no fears. Is that what you want to hear?” And she knows that it’s her MO. People don’t expect her to falter but when her companion for the night isn’t looking, she takes the photo back and slides it into her back pocket. She’s lost them before. She doesn’t want to ever lose them again. 

“Of course. When I joined the Dark Brotherhood, there were three people. One had a contract on them, the other two did not. I killed all three just to be sure.”