Crimson (homestuck)

sharing tea with Rose

Your name is Rose Lalonde and currently, if not more than ever, you were regretting allowing Roxy move in with you. She was excessively loud and pestered you incessantly over matters merely trivial in your spectrum of things. Drinking was her downfall as well as being too…clingy. She made you uncertainly edgy on instances and could, above anyone else, irk you irrationally. You’d never been to well off dealing with matters of the irrational sorts, save for your psychiatric intuitive.

However even that served a rational purpose in your mind to which she apparently lacked insight in. You pinch your puckered brow between your index and thumb and squeeze your eyes closed. Ugh…the migraine you were growing. It was terminally tedious at the least.

“Oh, come on, Rosie-cheeks.” She slurred with obvious inebriation while patting your cheek definitively that clearly lacked any ‘rosie’ sheen. How she’d stumbled upon the alcohol in your especially clandestine hiding spot was above you. Unless someone had let slip its top-secret and surreptitious locale. Let the theoretical cat out of the hypothetical bag. Slipped the conjectural beans.

David fucking Strider.

“Roxy, please. I will assist you to your room only if in return you promise to thoroughly attempt to just sleep this off.” You sigh taking her hand away and reaching to grab her elbow to steady her unstable wobbling. She dismisses your proposal with a haphazard wave with her opposing hand that still clutches the half emptied bottle sluggishly. It wasn’t a challenge to quickly dart forward and snatch the bottle from her hand, much to her blatant astonishment.

“Whoa Rosie! You’re faaasstt~” Then with a hand covering her mouth she proceeds to resort to a fit of hysterical laughter complete with nasty snorting. You press your lips into a firm line of disagreement while cunningly slipping the bottle on your dresser behind you. Why she had found your room of all places suitable to work off a stupor you couldn’t fathom. Yet here she stood—rather unstably—with cheeks flushed and fuchsia eyes glassy from inebriation.

“Roxy.” You address her sternly, the slight irritation you felt leaking into your voice. You wholly loathed the manner in which she choose to act when she become drunk like this. It was immature and utterly irresponsible on her part to be making a fool of herself like so. Traipsing around half lit without a care in the world. Oh, how it irked you so.

“Ah, I’ll just chill here. You don’t care right, Rosebud?” she says with a wink that grinds against your last nerve. And the way she always toyed with your name; it threatened to splinter that remaining nerve indefinitely. Yet she would be receiving the rejuvenating rest she required to gradually become sober again, no matter if she chose your room to do so. You hoped she’d have an irrevocably horrid hangover.

“Absolutely.” You say through ground teeth while she plops back onto your mattress without further ado. Grinding your teeth in amounting irritation you then help her kick off her Rocket Dog sneakers. Chucking the pastel pink shoes aside your bookshelf you then reach back over to gesture to her scarf. She squints her eyes to focus of your hand before an indistinct lightbulb goes off in her head and she docile-like tosses you her striped lavender scarf.

Tossing the soft cashmere fabric to the foot of the bed you then grabbed the hem of the comforter and covered her. Giggling she sinks lower into the warming sheets and subsequently reaches her hand out to you. Curled in her hand is one of your two knitting needles to which you quickly snatch from her hand.

“Hey, hey now, Roseblossom. It was jabbing me in the side was all. You should reaallllyy clean up in he—“ cutting her off you snarl with your seemingly infinite patience snapping under her strain. “Goodnight, Roxanne.” The malice in your voice causes the sloppy grin to slip from her features just as you turn from her side. You knew, even through her drunken daze that she would realize the displeasing nuisance that she’d caused and how it had bashed your nerves indefinitely.