innocence - AHS ✓

episode three.

—I realize that Violet is only 15 in the series, but I'm going to say, for the purpose of this story and the fact that I don't want Rosaline to be a little preteen and make this weird, that Violet is 17, and Rosaline 16. Tate was 17 when he was gunned down, annd, this is where I am comfortable with their age differences. Sorry for not clarifying this earlier.<3—

Having been in the kitchen getting a snack, Rosaline is caught up in the middle of a shit storm when both of her parents as well as Moira come into the room, all of them sporting some form of an upset expression upon their faces.

"I did not want to get physical with her, I had no choice! I have rebuffed every advance, and believe me, there have been many, but she just won't stop. Unbuttoning, and bending over, and..." Ben trailed off in disgust, no one noticing Rosaline standing there with her back to the group, but her eyebrows shot up into her hairline as she bit her lips together to restrain a chuckle.

"I don't mean to be presumptuous, but my days of romance are long over." Moira said, looking at Vivien with a straight face. Rosaline almost choked on the Pop-Tart she was eating, gaining the briefest glance from the adults of the room, who were entirely too consumed in their own conversation.

"Oh, please. Is that why you prance around in that little maid's outfit like you're headed to a fetish ball? Don't wanna clean other people's houses in your own clothes, my ass." Ben accuses the woman, obviously getting agitated by the young woman acting so innocent in front of his wife.

Vivien, on the other hand, is concerned as to why Ben is acting like such an asshole to their old maid. The poor woman was half blind and just trying to do her job, he shouldn't be so harsh on her because he had a fucking issue. 

"Ben." Vivien started, shaking her head.

"It's all right, madam. I'm not naive to the ways of men, their need to objectify, conquer. They see what they want to see. Women, however, see into the soul of a person." Moira stated, reassuring Vivien.

"Is this what you do? Entrap employers?" Ben asked, exasperated.

"That said, I understand the stress you two are under. Money, the baby, what happened here the other night. I don't mean to listen, but the walls here are paper thin. This unfortunate incident aside, I am happy to work for the two of you. And I certainly need the money. Times are tough. I'm perfectly willing to forget the whole thing." Moira explains herself, ensuring Vivien that she would forget and carry on with her job, causing Ben to roll his eyes, sigh, and shake his head as he looked back over to his wife.

"Well, Moira, I think maybe it might just be better for to..." Vivien starts softly, being cut off by Moira, who was now upset at the prospect of being fired. If she couldn't work in this hellhole while she was stuck there then what was she expected to do? Wander, aimlessly?

"Just leave? Just toss me out like a piece of trash, will you? No, you won't. Not this time. I deserve respect!" Moira yelled, taking unsteady breaths as Vivien's eyes widened at the older woman's outburst. "If your husband lays a hand on me again, or tries to fire me with unjust cause, I will press charges!" Moira exclaimed, hitting her fist down on the countertop just loud enough to get her point across. The woman then stared at the wide-eyed Mrs. Harmon for a second before taking a few steps back.

"I changed the sheets in your bedroom, fresh towels in the downstairs bath, Rosaline's, and Violet's. If you don't mind, I'd like to take a longer lunch than usual. I'm quite shaken." The woman states calmly, then turns and leaves the kitchen.

Rosaline stands up straight from where she had been standing, looking between her parents with a blank expression.

"And you thought I was bipolar." She says, then takes a bite of her snack before turning and leaving the two to carry on their little conversation.