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"if you have chemistry, you only need one other thing: timing. but timing's a bitch" -anonymous
song to listen to: season of the witch by lana del ray (our queen)
warnings: mentions of alcohol/being drunk, swearing, sexual references, kissing, mentions of abuse
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"Rosette, you're going to be late." My sister's annoying voice woke me from a beautiful dream, but reality hadn't fully caught up with my mind yet.
"Late? For what, I haven't a thing to do today." I mumbled groggily, rolling over to lay on my back.
"Yes you do! You must fetch the eggs and tomatoes from Solomon-" She was set to go on about everything I had to do, so I just tossed a pillow and was extremely satisfied when I heard it hit my older sister.
"Do shut up, Jo. I'll do what I want when it pleases me, and visiting Sir Goode well before the sun shines is not set to please-" I felt cold water fall directly onto my face; I spat out the bit of it that came into my mouth.
"There's your wake up call, Rosie. Now go, do as I say before Father decides to check in on you!" The well-held young woman urged, and I finally got out of bed.
"There, your highness," I even curtsied for extra annoyance.
"Oh, just go! And-and will you drop this letter to Abigail? Not to Constance, Lord knows she'll read it to the town." A crest-sealed envelope was placed in my instinctively open hands, and I smiled sourly.
"Of course, sister."
Josephine left my chambers, pulling the thin ivory curtain shut as she did so. It was perhaps the poorest excuse for a door, but Father and Mother both decided it was best for me. They found it 'best' to not trust me with a door that could lock, fearing I would bring a beast to bed. However, their definition of a 'beast' was quite different from all the common folk. A beast was determined to be Thomas Slater-or 'Mad Thomas', as the rest of the village was prone to call him. Sure, he was the town drunk, sure, he doesn't always make the best decisions, but he wasn't always like what he's become now. Alas, that's another story that will unfortunately call for another time.
"Rosie?" My younger sister's voice rang like the annoyingly shrill church bells of town, but nonetheless, I put a smile on my face as I spun around.
"Jules, my sweet, hello!" She ran over and wrapped her little arms around my legs; I detached her and bent down to be eye level. "D'you mind helping Rosie out with something?"
