how soon is now? || w. a rose [i/v]

ANDY XII [E]

[TRANSCRIPT]

happy birthday, my love

i wish i could put into works how much i love you know i would fail, so please just let me try

i used to believe the best day of my life was the day you walked into the bathroom, you were so handsome that day you know, i think i was already half in love with you then

if not then, definitely when i saw you in the studio.

but now i know the best day was the night you proposed, i have never felt love like that my darling, my sun, my moon + stars

Axl my love, i am so, so proud of you, please always remember that. i always love you and will always hold you

i could only wish that i had been with you for more

i promise that i'll be there for all the ones to come, my husband.

all my love,

Adi xxxx

// Birthday letter from Adrianna Rose (then Bernow) to her finance Axl Rose, c. 1990. Extract from: Council Housed and Violent, Adrianna Rose in her own words (2008)

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w. reference to past domestic violence, nsfw (very explicit and no condom)

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Andy cringed as she dragged her hairbrush through her hair. The bristles caught on every single curl, ripping at her scalp as she pulled them through her hair. Even after twenty one years, it never seemed to get any easier.

When she was small, her mother had tried to manage and that always seemed to end in tears, the comb always catching in the knots and she could never have any of the elaborate hairstyles that other girls had had. It was only when her aunt had started putting gel in it when she was twelve when things had actually started going somewhere and she could finally braid it.

It had made PE classes far easier than having to pull all the thick strands into a hair tie at the base of her head, a literal weight pulling down her neck when she tried to catch in netball. Picking up those piano classes had truly been one of her far superior decisions, better than getting dressed in a room full of girls who pointed at her hollowed ribs and her "too big" tits.

She looked down at her dress and smirked, whose were "too big" now.

She dragged the brush through what felt like the hundredth time, going over the same damn spot behind her ear, having to avoid tangling up either her bar and chain piercing through her ear or catching a bristle on the diamonds of her choker.

She scowled, her already heavy eyebrows sitting down on her eyelids as the knot refused to budge, seemingly just dragging up more hair into its nest. She hadn't even done anything, she'd just brushed it before they'd gone out a few hours ago but that hadn't seemed to help.

Andy looked down at the other black hairbrush next to her, rust coloured strands catching around the edges and scowled again. Some people had it so easy.

Her lips quirked at that, they were supposed to be filming for that video in a couple of days, when Eric, Slash and Duff washed back up on LA shores in a pile of vodka, jack and burnt out cigs. She hadn't heard from Eric in the few days that he'd disappeared back over the pond, which wasn't that out of the ordinary they'd gone far longer before, but considering Slash had bothered to call, it had been quite perplexing.