[five years is a long time for any human, but for someone who demands action and change like Rose it's an eternity. five years of pointless battle and repeated defeat, five years of incompetent leaders making boneheaded decisions that the guests had to pay for.
five years, and her friends never appeared again.
in that time she's grown and watched others grow up around her (she never got much taller than when she was thirteen, something which kills her inside). she continued to be a disappointment to her mother and couldn't even manage to inherit her curves, instead having to rely on emphasizing willowy grace to distract others from the way her body was composed of sharp angles. she's nineteen now, practically and functionally an adult.
she's also a lot more dangerous now. five years is plenty of time for her to boil over emotionally, and she's likely spent a little time in Shibusen's jail for one crime or another. never severe enough to expel her from the city, but enough of them that they keep an eye on her comings and goings.
and oh, does she go. Rose can't stand to be in the city anymore, is constantly on the move trying to gather more information or do something productive for the war effort herself. she doesn't care who wins anymore, she just wants this fight over so she can return to the one that matters. her ability as a Meister has grown, although she never managed to open her mind or find a constant partner. it didn't matter, really. she could use whatever was available to her.
sometimes, though, she can be found returning to the city. after all these years she still resides in that same lonely apartment, working feverishly while surrounded by murals put up by friends whom she's begun to forget the faces of. some things are difficult to let go of.
if you're particularly lucky (or unlucky, depending on your opinion) you might see her stalking through the streets like a ghost, the rainbow scales on her necklace flashing in the sunlight as she turns the corner. there's nothing for her here, never has been, but sometimes she can't resist the urge to return to old habits and purchase a dessert at Death By Pastry.
Rose Lalonde | Homestuck
five years, and her friends never appeared again.
in that time she's grown and watched others grow up around her (she never got much taller than when she was thirteen, something which kills her inside). she continued to be a disappointment to her mother and couldn't even manage to inherit her curves, instead having to rely on emphasizing willowy grace to distract others from the way her body was composed of sharp angles. she's nineteen now, practically and functionally an adult.
she's also a lot more dangerous now. five years is plenty of time for her to boil over emotionally, and she's likely spent a little time in Shibusen's jail for one crime or another. never severe enough to expel her from the city, but enough of them that they keep an eye on her comings and goings.
and oh, does she go. Rose can't stand to be in the city anymore, is constantly on the move trying to gather more information or do something productive for the war effort herself. she doesn't care who wins anymore, she just wants this fight over so she can return to the one that matters. her ability as a Meister has grown, although she never managed to open her mind or find a constant partner. it didn't matter, really. she could use whatever was available to her.
sometimes, though, she can be found returning to the city. after all these years she still resides in that same lonely apartment, working feverishly while surrounded by murals put up by friends whom she's begun to forget the faces of. some things are difficult to let go of.
if you're particularly lucky (or unlucky, depending on your opinion) you might see her stalking through the streets like a ghost, the rainbow scales on her necklace flashing in the sunlight as she turns the corner. there's nothing for her here, never has been, but sometimes she can't resist the urge to return to old habits and purchase a dessert at Death By Pastry.
old habits die hard.]