it’s that time again, folks! davesprite crying, cussing, speaking in a southern accent, and rose doing what she does best (hint: it’s being rose lalonde)
And he sits there, hanging in the air like a ghost, his chest feeling like it’s about to crack under the weight of an ocean because he wants, so bad, to curl up around her, and brush her hair from her face, and smooth the stressful lines from her expression. Leaving her will be impossible if he doesn’t go soon. She is much too magnetic. She is the sun. Moon. Cosmos. She’s just Rose, which is just synonymous with those things.
t r a c k l i s t: once upon a dream (lana del rey) // blinding (florence + the machine) // bernadette (IAMX) // what’s it feel like to be a ghost (taking back sunday) // i’m outta time (oasis) // if you go away (shirley bassey) // conversation 16 (the national) // my sister says the saddest things (grimes) // lighthouse (the hush sound)
i refuse to define (something happened between them) but if it’s not conversation trailing off as they talk to pass the time in an empty world and daves eyes flicking down to her lips and rose leaning in and them kissing, once, chaste, but the unspoken attraction and every bit of teenage angst and ancient burden they carry all coming to the surface and nothing ever happening because dave has to leave and rose has to die but like now they Know…….. i don’t want it
daverosed 