“Believe it or not, this attack presages the moment when Rose does the exact same thing to Guy Fieri as a fifty-something-year-old woman in an alternate universe.”
holy shit, so alpha rose and dave lived to their fifties?
I mean it makes sense since it would have taken a couple decades for the world to get to such a state after 11/11/11, but I think the fandom (and myself tbh) always assumed they weren’t much older than mom and bro
Its 1 am and all i can think about is the way they coil together away from the horrors suffocating them at every angle – how their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, how when her fingers twist tight with his they are no longer afraid of a death that is inevitable and encroaching
Ok but his fingers stained grey from the ash clinging to her skin and hes sobbing and laughing and smiling a watery desperate smile (because all hope is lost) as he clings to her – her toes barely dragging the floor, floating above him, gnashed apart with tentacles that smell like seawater and blood
She is Lost to Grief and he wants to be lost with her, to crawl inside the icy (drowned) grey of her skin, to drown himself in the ink dripping from her lips, to sink sink sink until maybe they both rise back up on the other side, safe in the sun, free from their pasts and the corpses at their feet
imagine not being a daverose like imagine seeing the dip of her waist and the flat of his palm and the curve of her spine and the tilt to his jaw and not thinking that they are meant to slot together like pieces in a puzzle
dave and rose and casual physicality really send me like the POSTER CHILDREN of touch starvation……….. adrift in space on a meteor……… codependent and close and HOLDING EACH OTHER first tentatively and then reflexively… through the nights…… in the mornings…… he places a hand on her waist when he’s grabbing a mug on the top shelf…. she slips her hand in his back pocket when she sidles up next to him……. bro they BRUSH FINGERTIPS when they WALK SIDE BY SIDE and neither of them MOVES like she hooks her foot around his ankle when they’re sitting next to each other and he pushes back her hair when it falls from behind her ear without a THOUGHT what the FUCK
anyway the real discourse is that dave and rose are a textbook gryffindor/slytherin dynamic and that’s the hill i’m gonna kill and die on
dave is a begrudging gryffindor and rose is a polite slytherin so in a situation where they have to choose between saving themselves or saving other people everyone’s shocked that rose grabs dave and GOES and dave wants so bad to just leave with her but his conscience literally won’t let him so he ends up dragging her back to the disaster with him
nox by anne carson au where dave dies and rose puts together a collection of little scraps of him as elegy, interviews from his widower, old photographs with their mother, his own polaroids of his past lovers, poetry & paintings that remind her of him, analyzing the sentences in their last few conversations like she’d been asked to translate them, because in the end when all’s said and been done it’s only a sister who picks up all the pieces
daverosed 