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
This was a good reminder of why I don’t do backgrounds. Still, it is good to give it a try every once in a while.
This was originally based on this fic http://archiveofourown.org/works/173294 except after I was halfway done (HAH) with my shitty version of LOLAR I realized the scene takes place in LOHAC! So yes. Add another failure to my ever growing list.
And finally, it is alarming how different pictures look in my desktop PC (where I draw) and my laptop (where I post from, since the internet in the desktop is intensely shitty). The blacks on Rose’s dress were… darker? blacker? I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. I need an arepa.
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