10-24-2018, 08:12 PM
❀ ❀ ❀ ROSEWAR DARLING ❀ ❀ ❀
Rosie liked to consider herself an expert in love. Not because she actually felt it, per se, but because she was a modern Aphrodite and knew what it looked like to make others worship and adore her. As far as she was concerned, her credentials were impeccable. On these grounds she could claim to be justified in the judgment of love in others, and at the forefront of her tidy requirements for the embodiment of love came being pretty. Love was beautiful. Lovers must be beautiful. This boy looked like he'd dragged himself out of a trashcan to take a bath in the gutter.
"You aren't nearly pretty enough to be a loverboy," she said, wrinkly her dainty nose as she stopped beside the others. Her baby blue stare was critical as it raked over this stranger briefly, before she looked away in clear dismissal, "I think I'll call you gutterboy instead. Hi, gutterboy. I'm Rosewar Darling, but I answer to princess and Rosie." Chrysanthemums curled from the ground at her paws, as if punctuating her sentence, and moments later Pandora — her hummingbird spirit — popped up over her shoulder. "Who would want to haunt you, gutterboy? I think you'll be fine."