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Jan. 23rd, 2026 04:56 pm
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"Hello, this is Rosie. I'm afraid you just missed me, dear. Oh, but please feel free to leave a message, sugar! I will get back to you in a heartbeat."
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start of feb, lmk if this works!
Date: 2026-02-02 04:48 am (UTC)There was so much to do, so many to care for, and there was just that slightest lag in growing aware of Rosie's arrival. But rather, once a bouquet is finally pushed into his arms, he goes to seek her in particular out, the dozen flowers pushed up against his chest and pressing just against his chin. ]
Rosie, my dear! How good to see you! Why, I've been looking all over for you!
[ Which isn't a lie - he had been seeking her out, and it was just bad luck that they hadn't run into each other by now. It was likewise just good luck that he could find her for this little demonstration. And really, he is a fair bit happier now - free, unconstrained, having bested her; as close to an equal as one can get. ]
Look what I've brought you!
[ And with her alone he's willing to allow it, because they know each other's feelings perfectly well. ]
Absolutely!
Date: 2026-02-02 05:05 am (UTC)So, it was really only a matter of time before Alastor found his way to her. He would always find his way to her in some form or another. Unleashed or not, she had been who he called out to from the other side; she was the one who answered his summons, and who had been there since day one after he died. If he had not found her, she would have eventually found him.
She is not at all surprised that he found her home that the Council had been so generous enough to provide her for her height, and, once things were settled, she'd even let Alastor know that she was being provided bodies from Hell to eat, always happy to share with her dear, deer Alastor.
However, since he had called on her in her home, her correct response was needed. It was like a practiced dance, as it had been for decades.]
Why, Alastor~ You shouldn't call on a lady unannounced! I have nothing prepared for you! [She, of course, immediately conjures them up some tea as she guides him to her sitting room, the tea set pouring itself and being made just the way he likes it.
She looks at the roses, and there is a hint of her eyes widening, something only he would be able to catch because this was them, a back and forth. Of everyone and anyone Rosie allowed close to her, Alastor was the closest. Although even then, he certainly didn't know everything. She smiles.]
Why Alastor, they're lovely! [She HAD seen them all about the market and just hadn't gotten any yet.]