In My Blood [S.M]

Mercy

It hadn't caused an argument until now. A week ago, she was all for going by the name Rosaline, but now, she wasn't entirely sure she liked the idea as much as she once had. Nobody paid any attention to her though, as usual; because they all thought she was making a big deal out of nothing. If you were to ask Rosaline, though; she would tell you that she was not making a big deal out of nothing as she purely has her own personal reasons behind everything. Reasons she hadn't mentioned to anyone.

"I don't want someone picking my name for me." She explained. "Can't I at least pick my own name?" She wondered. All Rosaline wanted was to have some form of control over something, no matter how insignificant; when she had no other sort of say in the matter at hand.

"No, you can't pick your own name. Those are the rules." Her father, Andrew, decided. In fact, he had even chosen the name for her, not that he would openly admit to it.

"She has to take that off." Shawn pointed out, joining the conversation as he pointed towards the necklace that she had around her neck. Oblivious to the meaning behind it - when neither Andrew or Rosaline spoke, he took this upon himself to elaborate. "That's something that can be used to identify her."

Rosaline had fallen silent at some point during the discussion that was unfolding. She had very little left to say and she knew that no matter what she said or how she stood her ground, she had no choice in the things that happened even though she were involved. She could not recall who came up with the idea but by the end of the conversation, the decision had been made that she would either cut and dye her hair or wear a wig. Shawn was more for the idea that she wears a wig; and as it turns out, that became the end agreement. It was only now that she found herself missing Eric; for the simple fact that he is the only one who seems to know who she truly is. Celine. Celine Isabelle Beaulieu.

The only thing that remained clear to her was the fact that no matter how desperately she wanted things to go back to the way they were; they couldn't, and they wouldn't. But did that really mean leaving Eric behind? Was she really ready to give up on him that easily?

"You're not giving up on him," Shawn said gently from behind her. She didn't even remember turning around; but she turned back towards Shawn, an eyebrow raised. "He hasn't been invested in you for a long time, Rosaline, if at all," Shawn elaborated. "You're not giving up on him because he is no longer yours to give up on." Rosaline dropped into a seat at the dining table. "You're not objecting." He observed.

Rosaline could only shake her head. "I think I've known that within myself for a really long time," she confessed. "I've just not been able to put it all into words." Shawn hummed sympathetically. "How did you know?" She wondered. Shawn shrugged.

"Reading people - reading you, is my job," he reminded her. "You think I came into this position without having studied my assignment?" Rosaline sighed, and a moment later she was laughing.

"You've already gone to more effort on my part than Eric ever has."

"Again - that's my job," Shawn grinned. Rosaline only rolled her eyes.

"So, where to from here?" She asked.