Bleach Red (Rose Weil x oc)

🤍 Storms of paper 🤍

Hey, I really wanted to write a rose fanfic so here it is! This will be updated every other week as I am also updating my bellatrix fanfic, please vote and tell me what you think!!! :)

The sounds of chatter ricocheted down the long hollow streets of New York City penetrated by the long shrill screams of cars dashing to a halt and the cry of loud beeps from the cars of angry civilians trapped in a maze of human confusion.

Amongst this tangled mess of polluting fumes and cold capitalism walked Sage usoro, her long ebony black hair streaked behind her like the mane of a fine stallion in the wind, her pale complexion reflected city lights like a pure white mirror and through that pierced her striking green eyes glowing like the traffic lights that encased her mind. "Hey! Watch it kid" hollered a bald middle aged man as he sped through carrying a large black briefcase. This was a regular occurrence to sage, people often mistakes her for a child: she were 29 but she took it as I kind compliment even if the tone they were speaking in juxtaposed it.

Today was a day like any other, once again like the 2 weeks previous she would walk down to the public library and in aid of the computers, scour the web for a job.

You see, sage hadn't allways lived here in this big city, it had been a sort of chaotic decision; 2 and a half week prior to this, Sage had been living back down in good old Tennessee, making art and dreaming of a future in which it was exhibited in the finest galleries. Those dreams were all a waste of time because of course like most people who dream, she didn't really have a plan. So tired of her parents on her back- "when will you find a real job" the voices echoed through her brain "why don't you find a nice man, maybe.. get married" they continued to sound "aren't you too old to be pretending" - she got up and... left.

Currently living on the sofa of an old friend she was extremely desperate for work,
to find her own place or at least pay some rent until she was on her feet. she felt tears form in the back of her eyes but yet they didn't fall, Almost as if her sadness was too deep inside, blocked by the numb feeling of having to grow up in what was days.

She brushed away the wet hem that was forming on the waterline of her eye, making it look like she wasn't about to fall to pieces right there in the street, she could let it all out once she was safe locked in the bathrooms of the library. Just two more blocks to go she thought rashly as she picked up her already fast pace her brown leather satchel swinging on her shoulder.

Then it happened, like a flash before her eyes, staring down at the floor she didn't notice the short woman who was walking rather fast too but in the opposite direction, then when she did it was already too late.

Within a millisecond they were both sprawled on the floor, the sheets of paper the woman was holding were drifting carelessly through the air like delicate paper doves, sage tucked her hair behind her ear and began to pull herself up to gaze at the woman she had just collided with.

She had soft brown eyes that looked like an intricate oil painting, her curly blonde hair was fashioned perfectly in a messy bun that sat on her head, her rouge lips matched the shade of her cheeks that were red from embarrassment after their collision.

They just stared at one another for a few seconds, intrigued by others existence, not blinking almost as if they were in some chaotic form of limbo encasing them in a sweet knowing silence.

Sage's words finally found her brain and drifted carelessly out of her mouth "shit, I'm so sorry" apologised sage "I was miles away, I didn't hurt you did I?" The white paper caught Sage's eye, on each one there were drawings, diagrams of pretty outfits and editorial dresses of all colours. "No need to apologise, I wasn't looking where I was going" she spoke in a heavy accent and began to reach for the the papers that now littered the sidewalk "too busy worrying about things" she smiled as her black rimmed glasses fell from their perched place on her head to the top of her nose. Sage rushed to help her pick up the drawings, 'of all people I could bump into it had to be someone I found pretty, very pretty' she thought.

"Oh you don't need.." she tried to say she noticed sage trying help her, she cut her off "it's fine, they're very pretty drawings" Sage complimented her, her face grew redder "tha... thanks" she stuttered "I'm a fashion designer" she stopped talking for a second "people don't think I'm very good though" her smile faded slowly as they collected the last of the drawings. Being unappreciated for your art is something Sage knew all too well "well I think they look awesome" She handed the woman her sheets of paper.

"Oh well that nice, thanks again" they both stood stood awkwardly, once was again sage found her self grasping for words "well I better be going, got places to be" that was a lie sage had no where to be at all, she had things to do of course but no one was waiting on her. She laughed nervously, not knowing what to do she continued walking in the same direction without saying another word.

'God, if I want to get a job I'm definitely gonna have to work on the people skills' she thought placing her hand on her forehead, she felt stupid at the fact human communication came so unnatural to her. It wasn't fair.

It wasn't long before she finally reached the library, it's tall stone pillars stretching out enormous before her eyes, she walked quickly up the few stairs before the door making sure to look where she was going this time.

She entered the door and felt the cold air brush against her skin, juxtaposing that of the warm summer air outside. It sent a pleasurable shiver down her spine but messed her hair a little.

It was very strange, the fact that the woman she met this morning, the woman she didn't even know the name of was still a lingering subject on her mind. Her chiselled features burned into her brain like the sun, her red lipstick contrasting her bleach hair.

Sage smiled at the librarian, the same one she had seen every day for the past two weeks. She was a small woman who was old but still fit, she had long silver hair that was cut short, it sort of reminded her of the queens hair but less white. Even thought she had never talked to this woman she felt as if she knew her.

She began walking up the stairs of the library to the fourth floor; where the computers were. Sage reached the floor and walked aimlessly over to the same computer she had been using for the last two weeks, Its glossy black surface that lay unused if she didn't show up and the old office chair that wobbled faintly as she sat on it. She breathed in prepared for another day of searching and pressed the on button.

That was when she saw it, in her email inbox, a notification about a new job that required no qualifications. She searched the page, the pay was definitely good. Her eyes traveled down to the name "Rose Weil", it stood in bright red letters, scratched into the document in a fancy cursive lettering, catching her eye perfectly.

"Assistant needed, call 07986262 1283728" sage skimmed the writing, "assistant will be required to assist Rose Weil on her daily tasks, take calls and accompany her as a professional entourage, THIS IS AN OUT OF OFFICE ASSISTANT POSITION"

The job sounded easy enough, it sounded interesting too; sage picked up her phone and dialed the number. The beeping rang through the echoey empty library. The call connected "Hello how may I help" asked a woman on the other side in a bored emotionless voice, sage took a deep breath "I'm calling to apply for the assistant position..."