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Rosmary Augustus

"Tch, here are so many people blabbering nonesense in this town!"

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a character in “Blutsband”, as played by Gladis

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Basics
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Family: Father, Stepmother, Stepbrother, Ice and Fire



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Personality: Despite the irrational incidents repeatedly happening around town, Rosmary is one of the people who refuse to believe in what defies logic and will always try to find a rational explanation in any situation. She loves reading, although mainly keeps to scientific or historical literature- if not one or another mystery novel now and then. However, she refrains from reading fantasy and if she can, although science fiction actually as captured her attention now and then. She can have a bit trouble showing her emotions in a good way so people understand sometimes, and also has trouble reading other peoples emotions in some situation; or understanding jokes/reading hidden signs. Best would be if anyone simply always told her directly what they mean. However, this does not mean to say she is stupid. On the contrary; Rosmary is a highly intelligent girl, spending most of her time with books and studying- finding out information about whatever has caught her interest for the moment. Otherwise she is a girl who stands up for herself and goes whatever way she likes, not particularly caring about the crowd. When she has an opinion about something, she usually makes it known... and although she most of the time is a rather quiet, modest girl... she can also have quite the temper on occasion.
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Likes: Dogs, foxes, science, when things make sense, books, her laptop, drawing, her stuffed animal Einstein, computers, Internet, logic, school, maths, biology, physics, languages, studying, peace, chess, challenges, puzzles, learning about cultures, Chinese and Tai food, homemade lemonade, tea and cakes of any sort.
Dislikes: Irrational thinking, boring assignments, disrespect towards knowledge and learning, supposedly 'supernatural' incidents and beings, ghost stories, horses, her stepmother, being away from civilization for too long, anyone touching her glasses, morons and strawberries.
Biographic History: (To be added)



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Hair Color: Auburn
Eye Color: Amber
Weight: 49 kg
Hight: 158 cm
Brief Appearance Description: Rose is a short girl who lives mainly on pizza, Tai food and cake. However, despite that she is surprisingly slender, actually edging towards underweight... which probably has to do with the amount of food she usually consumes. It is not much... at all. Her hair is auburn and long, reaching to about her shoulder blades. Her eyes are big and a warm, golden hue which have an extremely good capacity of showing all kinds of emotions, ranging from affectionate teasing to outbursts of annoyance. Rosemary usually wears simple but neat clothes, not bothering to care too much about how she dresses, but making sure not to look like anything you'd pick up off the street. What she always wears is her glasses- you will never, ever see her without. Well, at least not unless you for some reason would watch her sleep.

So begins...

Rosmary Augustus's Story

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Rose made her way through the snow, holding her schoolbag which was lazily thrown over her shoulder tightly and yawning. She was tired after having spent the last four hours after school in the library, and although she had enjoyed it... she didn't really wish to see another book for the rest of her day. Well, at least she had gotten all her homework done and studied for the next physics test. She had a good feeling that she would get top scores at it... again. Really, it wasn't anything new. Rose was excelling when it came to anything having to do with maths and science... but then again, that was her only real skill- so it was not always positive. Besides that, she often found what they did in school boring, since most of the time she couldn't use her knowledge to the fullest. She needed challenges and felt that she rarely got any.

Upon hearing a sudden but soft sound, she stopped in her tracks, letting her gaze wander to the boy perched against a three... in the melting snow? She scrunched up her nose, thinking that couldn't really be very comfortable, as he most likely was getting wet. If he continued sitting around like that, it was evident he would catch a cold. Although, Rose couldn't help but admit and admire how peaceful he looked where he was. Rose rarely ever felt that kind of pace he seemed to be experiencing right then.

Not wanting to seem rude stare or anything, she resumed her walk. However, distracted as she was, Rose slipped on a frozen puddle on the ground and fell with a yelp, just barely able to save her schoolbag (and laptop) from the cold, wet ground beneath her. Pain shot through her body as she made impact with the ground and she cursed once loudly, blushing bright red in embarrassment. It was bad enough that she was clumsy as hell, but being clumsy in front of a cute guy made it even worse. Nervously, she briefly glanced back at the boy before quickly trying to stand up, wincing in pain as she felt her ankle twist beneath her and a jolt of pain shooting through it and she heard a small crunch. She almost fell again, but just managed to regain her balance as she leaned against another tree to steady herself.

"Damn it..." she repeated in an annoyed mutter, her cheeks still rosy with embarrassment. Rose narrowed her eyes as she suddenly noticed she couldn't see as well as she had done moments before, and then glanced down into the snow. There her glasses were, glistering as a beam of sunlight hit the metal and glass... or at least, what peaked out under or foot. So that was the crunch she had heard. Going pale, Rose carefully removed her foot, suppressing a very foul curse from leaving her mouth. Now they defiantly were damaged beyond repair. The glass was totally broken and the metal frame was twisted.

Sighing, she leaned down in an attempt to pick them up, wincing again in pain as she moved her ankle. "I am amazed... how many idiotic things can happen at once," she confessed in a mutter to herself. She was not looking forward to showing these to her father.

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Sebastian sat comfortably in the makeshift cradle that the branch he was perched upon created. Around him, the world was covered by a wet blanket of white, freshly fallen flakes of snow. It made the early afternoon regretfully chilly, although the cold had never bothered Sebastian. In fact, he was never bothered by either hot, or cold. But damp did. The clinging feeling of water, soaking through clothing to drip down one's back was one of Sebastian's most hated events. He hated feeling wet. Of course, bathing and showering was entirely different, because that was voluntary. But he never lingered long. And he hated swimming. Why anyone would intentionally put their body into a pool of water, often shared by many other people, and was often cold, would forever be a mystery to the vampire. Privately, Sebastian spent a few moments dreading the inevitable eventuality when the snow would melt. Already, the beaming sun was working its magic on the soft and white powder, and Sebastian gave a long, and drawn out sigh of almost silent protest.

From below, Sebastian slowly became aware of the sound of footsteps in the snow, just as the breeze brought him the scent of human. From the sounds of the footsteps, he could almost hear that this particular mortal was a female. The sound of her footsteps was lighter than those of males. Like all other mortals, she carried the scent of fresh, flowing blood. Sebastian could also smell the faintest hint of paper, and from the direction she was walking in, he judged that she had come from the library. He looked down as she walked the ground below the tree he was seated in, and rose a brow when she looked up at him. So, she was female, and he had been right. She had a scent like many others, and that was what intrigued him about her. Her scent had a sort of attractive layer to it, marking her as different, and her unremarkable scent was remarkable for just that reason. It made no sense to Sebastian, yet he decided that he would try her for his bonded.

Sebastian ran a hand through his hair, colored the same absent shade as the snow, and watched as the strange female mortal continued her walk. He smirked, predicting the next few moments as soon as he saw her foot descending towards the icy puddle. Sebastian knew that he had the ability to intervene, but as he was not quite ready to truly reveal himself, he simply watched as she slipped not once, but twice, and then clung to the tree for balance. The crack that came from her ankle though, did surprise him. The fragility of humanity always shocked Sebastian.

The vampire moved athletically, with the grace and balance of one used to such precarious positioning, and lifted his body to crouch on the branch that he had previously been sat upon. It wasn't as comfortable, but like this, he could jump down to her when he wanted. And he knew that he would want to soon. Sebastian smirked, balancing with supernatural symmetry, and watched as the anonymous female shifted to examine the broken glasses that she had stepped upon. It amused him when humans wore glasses. To Sebastian, they served only to enlarge the eyes of the wearer, and he never understood why they put up with them.

"I am amazed...how many idiotic things can happen at once"

The mutter of the human reached his ears effortlessly, and Sebastian finally decided to go to her. He knew that he could jump from the branch he was balancing on, easily making the distance, but he knew that the landing would only result in the splashing and spreading of the snow that would just soak through his jacket. Sebastian grimaced, and then climbed down the tree. His hands and feet easily found holds as he lowered himself to the ground, where he disdainfully finally placed his feet on the soggy surface.

Sebastian smirked, and walked to the female, before pausing before her and offering her a warm smile, and his hand to shake. He spoke to her in a low, easily seductive tone, hinted with a strange and exotic accent. "Good evening, miss..." He said politely, despite the mischief that danced in his eyes, "Can I possibly help you at all?"

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"Good evening, miss... Can I possibly help you at all?"

Rose's head jerked up as the boy from up in the tree spoke to her and she set eyes on him. Either he had moved very quickly, or she had been too distracted by her own misfortune (misfortune, what am I saying? Rose doesn't believe in fortune... let's just call it... incidents caused by her incredibly clumsy personality) and glasses to notice. She grimaced at his question, grasping the branch tightly in order to keep her balance and not falling back into the snow. Her ankle was terribly painful, but she ignored it for then. The thought of how her stepmother would so extremely overreact about a small injury like this truly didn't do much to lighten up her mood.

To be honest, Rose really disliked her stepmother. It wasn't because Cherilynn Augustus was a bad person or treated her unfairly or anything; rather it was the other way around. Cherilynn was always happy, always trying to be a friend to Rose... and always trying to act as though she actually was her mother/treat her like a little child. Rose hated how she could always be cheerful and she hated to be treated as though she was five and couldn't do anything herself. Quite frankly, it truly pissed her off. Because beneath all this cheerfulness and kindness, Rose always had a feeling it was somehow false- she was somehow not truly acting like herself. Then again, she had never actually seen another side of her stepmother, so how should she know? Even if she didn't like her hyperactive, extremely cheerful and smiley stepmother, however... Rose actually liked her stepbrother James. He was sweet and intelligent for a nine year old, and they actually spent a lot of time together. Yes, although Rose did not consider Cherilynn as her mother- her relationship with Cherilynn's son was very brotherly and sisterly.

"Good evening," she replied, a slight hint of sarcasm in her voice as she watched him carefully, seemingly unfazed by his beauty- Rose knew boys weren't supposed to be beautiful, but that was the only way to describe him. For indeed he was beautiful- or the tone in his voice. She watched him carefully, having the strange feeling that there was something wrong with him, but incapable of putting her finger on what it was. She just knew that it was something. Even if he was holding out his hand for her to shake, Rose did not trust her own unsteady balance to let go of the damned branch, and she was holding her schoolbag with her other hand (that was why she had failed picking up her glasses, other than her injured ankle), so she did not quite see how exactly she was supposed to shake it. Without even attempting to figure out how, she simply ignored the gesture and proceeded to answering his question.

"Yes, you could... would you please be so nice and pick up my glasses for me?" Rose asked wearily, working hard to keep herself from blushing in embarrassment again. This whole situation was embarrassing, and stupid; she decided. All she wanted was to get home, even if it meant taking the anxiousness of that outlandish woman who was supposed to be her stepmother and her father who was... well, less outlandish, so he would most likely chide her for it (like every other normal human being would).

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Sebastian smirked at the female as she held tightly to the tree in order to hold herself up. He couldn't help but grin. He was lucky. The strange female was, despite the strange look her glasses gave her, very attractive. Well...attractive as far as mortals go. Judging from her bag, she was one of the more intelligent examples of mankind too, or at least above average. He nodded privately to himself. She would suffice, or more than suffice, depending on how well she took to the knowledge of his true identity. But from her rather scholarly appearance, he thought that she might struggle. But he would have her, nonetheless - willingly, or unwillingly.

Stooping, and careful not to touch the snow, Sebastian picked up the battered remains of her glasses. Curiously, he turned them over in his hand, and then wiped the damp snow from the scratched glass. Cupping the crumpled spectacles in his hands, he offered them to the female with a teasing smile. "Of course, miss..Have you hurt your ankle?" He asked mildly, looking into her eyes.

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Rose flashed him the ghost of; a half apologetic, half appreciative smile as carefully looped her free arm through the rim of the bag so she didn't have to hold it before she accepted them, carefully examining the glasses while she was holding them. Up close, they looked even worse than they had done when she'd watched them on the ground. Oh well, it couldn't be helped. She would have to take care of those later. For now, she just slipped them into her coat pocket. Then, she carefully let go of the tree, wincing in pain as she set her foot down, but managing to stand without falling. Rose knew she would not be able to walk home alone like this. However, she hated the thought of having to ask him for help. What a dilemma...

"Of course, miss..Have you hurt your ankle?"


The young human female glanced up at him, narrowing her eyes before saying sarcastically. "No, of course not! I am perfectly fine. I was just clinging to the tree and wincing in pain for the fun of it. That's absolutely what everyone loves to spend their days with, didn't you know?" she folded her arms over her chest before adding, "and wipe that grin off your face. There is nothing to grin about, unless I was lucky enough to run into a sadist..." she trailed off and sighed, her voice as well as expression softening slightly. "Thank you for the glasses, though..." she said, realizing that she just now... probably had come off as very rude. She couldn't help it when she was in these kind of situations though. Those comments escaped her lips, weather she wanted it or not. It was one of her social problems... saying the wrong things in the wrong situation. Especially when she was annoyed.

"Ah, I am Rose, by the way... care to tell me who you are, mysterious glasses savior?" not truly a glasses savior, since they had already been broken... but at least he had picked them up for her, so that was good enough in Rose's book. It was very rare that anyone got to touch her glasses and usually it would have pissed her off, but in this case she had actually given him permission, so it was fine. Besides that, it had been necessary. If she was lucky, her father would find someone who could repair them. At least she hoped he would... otherwise she would have to get a new pair, and since she had grown really attached to the pair of glasses which were now broken... she wanted to avoid that- if possible.

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Sebastian smirked when he saw the ghost of the smile that glanced across Rose's lips, watching as she struggled to keep her balance and not make too much of a fool of herself at the same time. It amused the vampire, and he had to make an effort not to laugh at her. He could feel the irritation and pain radiating from her in vicious waves. "No, of course not! I am perfectly fine. I was just clinging to the tree and wincing in pain for the fun of it. That's absolutely what everyone loves to spend their days with, didn't you know?" The sarcastic bite to her words made Sebastian grin, and he didn't even bothered to hide it, but when she continued, Sebastian laughed. "...and wipe that grin off your face. There is nothing to grin about, unless I was lucky enough to run into a sadist..." The word 'sadist' was amusingly accurate. For a moment, Sebastian was tempted to show her how accurate she was, and move forwards, and.... Firmly, Sebastian told himself no. That simply would not do. If he hurt her, it would be a lot more difficult for her to bond to him.

"Thank you for the glasses, though...I am Rose, by the way...Care to tell me who you are, mysterious glasses savior"

Sebastian nodded to himself, still grinning, and ran a hand through his hair, as was habit. He replied to her in a smooth, chilled out tone, "You're more than welcome. I'm Sebastian. My friends call me Seb" He paused, and slid his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He felt the familiar items there; his phone, his notepad, and his keys. Sebastian fingered his keys, and for a few moments, had the appearance of one who was deep in thought, and then, he decided. Grinning, he shuffled his feet restlessly in the snow, before lifting a hand out of his pocket and showing her the key.

Smirking, Sebastian rose a brow, almost as though challenging the mortal. "Can I give you a lift home? The cold is going to make your ankle worse in a minute. It's the least I can do. I swear, I drive safely." Sebastian's dark hued eyes glinted with mischief, as though there was something that he was choosing not to tell her, which was (he regretfully had to admit) true. In reality, it wasn't really a lie, as he hadn't said anything false. But he was very aware of the fact that he may have given her the impression he drove a car, when (and that was also true), he actually only had his motorcycle with him, out on the road a short walk away. It wasn't unsafe, but the vehicle looked monstrous, and that was part of the appeal for him. It looked dangerous, like a caged animal, and he could control it. The sense of power he got from that was a real kick, and he hoped that Rose would agree, simply so he could demonstrate to her that he was as strong as he chose to be. It would be good for her.

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It annoyed Rose that he was still smirking, despite her telling him not to... although it could only be expected. After all, she knew she had to look rather pathetic right then. She tensed as he took a step towards her, almost taking a step backwards and away from him... although she refrained from the temptation and stood her ground. No matter what, she did not wish to appear as weak to a stranger. Clumsy... alright; weak? Rather not. Actually, absolutely not. Weak people were picked on, she had learned that from an early age. Strong people were too, but at least they were strong so it didn't affect them too much... either way she didn't want to appear as weak and helpless. She hates stories involving fair maidens in need with some dandy prince coming to save her. Just the pure thought was appalling to Rose.

"You're more than welcome. I'm Sebastian. My friends call me Seb"


"Would you just stop grinning already?!" Rose exclaimed, narrowing her eyes as she put her foot down and despite the pain, forced herself to stand steadily. If she had to, she would force herself to walk home rather than ask him for help. Even if she would have to crawl and make a far worse fool of herself than she already had- she would not ask a random, pretty stranger for help to get home, despite injured ankle. Somehow, it would hurt her pride more than crawling through the snow. Sometimes Rose's reasoning wasn't quite... reasonable.

She paused as she saw his hand slid into his pocket and arched an eyebrow as he seemed to be in deep thought for a moment, before he pulled out a key. Great, he had a car, or so she presumed. Maybe asking him for help wouldn't be such a terribly awful idea anyway... or? Yes, it would. Getting into a car with a complete stranger sounded like something only a moron would do- even if the stranger was handsome. Then again, driving home was far less painful and messy than trying to get home on your own with an injured ankle.

"Can I give you a lift home? The cold is going to make your ankle worse in a minute. It's the least I can do. I swear, I drive safely."

Rose narrowed her eyes at his question, tucking a loose strand of chestnut hair behind her ear and watching him carefully; although she couldn't make out his features that clearly since he glasses were broken and her eye sight was terrible without them. However, she did still notice that look of mischief in his eyes, which did unnerve her slightly. She knew he was right about the cold and her ankle, and walking through the slowly darkening town with an injury and being half blind... could end almost as badly as getting into a car with a stranger. Still, she folded her arms over her chest and studied him closely for a moment in silence, before speaking.

"True... but how do I know you aren't just some creep wanting to take advantage of me? Not that I wish to flatter myself or anything, but I most certainly wouldn't be the first girl to experience such a thing..." Rose said wearily, watching him- not quite sure what she should do at all. He was offering her help and it could actually be genuine... although the glint in his eyes kind of hinted towards that it wasn't... or he could be a crook which would make Rose a moron if she agreed to coming with him.

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Seeing the irritation in Rose's eyes, Sebastian finally sighed and told himself that if he kept talking to her like this, then getting to know the girl would be a struggle. Looking at her, he had to admit that she was kind of cute in a sort of casual way, as though she couldn't care less what others thought of her, and yet, that only made her more charming because it showed that any beauty she possessed was purely natural. That was something that Sebastian could appreciate. He grinned, and when he did, it was less arrogant, and more mischievous, but in a better way. Suddenly, the expression on his face was more good natured, and playful, rather than disdainful.

Sebastian stepped back away from Rose, giving her a little space, and leaned against a nearby tree. He watched her, and put his key back in his pocket. He listened to her, and had to work hard not to show the amusement he felt at her words. With his hands shoved deep in his pockets, he listened to her. "True...But how do I know you aren't just some creep wanting to take advantage of me? Not that I wish to flatter myself or anything, but I most certainly wouldn't be the first girl to experience such a thing..."

As she spoke, Sebastian rose a hand, and made a show of counting his fingers each time he thought of something to add to his reply. He knew that she likely wouldn't be able to see so clearly without her glasses, but he counted nonetheless. When she had finished speaking, he rose his hand and showed her the four wriggling fingers he held up. "Well, firstly, if I truly wished to take advantage of you, then I probably would have done so already. I mean, look around? How many people are there to stop me?" Sebastian made an almost visible effort not to smirk or laugh at the thought. "Secondly...I wouldn't blame it if anyone chose to take advantage of you. You're not a bad looking chick," And at that comment, Sebastian couldn't help rackish grin, and a wink before he continued, "But, do bare that in mind when I say thirdly and fourthly that...You're without your glasses, so you can't see, and with your ankle like that, you're not going to get too far on your own...And if someone was going to attack you, then you'd be just another easy target," He paused again and rose a brow before putting his hands back into his pockets, "I'm just saying, is all...You sure that you want to get home on your own? It's not like I'm a stranger. I'm Sebastian. We're on a first name basis, Rose" Sebastian grinned and ran a hand through his hair before approaching her again.

"So...do you want a lift home?"

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Rose tilted her head as she noticed his expression change. There was still mischief in his eyes and smile, but now it seemed more good natures, which she took as a good sign. Still, she was far from actually trusting him, and even as he spoke and what he said made sense... she felt weary.

"Well, firstly, if I truly wished to take advantage of you, then I probably would have done so already. I mean, look around? How many people are there to stop me?"


"Okay," she admitted with a sigh, stuffing her hand in her pocket and trying to refrain from looking too sullen. It was an expression she had mastered over the years and was much to quick to use- Rose knew. She couldn't help it, though. There were a lot of things in this world to be sullen about. Besides, complaining and being letting things annoy her made her feel slightly better, sometimes and strange as it sounds. Rose couldn't quite explain it. It just was that way. "Okay, I see your point. That is probably true..." she trailed off and studied him carefully, narrowing her eyes as she saw how he tried to refrain from smirking or laughing. At least... he made an effort now.

"Secondly...I wouldn't blame it if anyone chose to take advantage of you. You're not a bad looking chick."

Rose stared at him in unbreakable silence for quite a while, slowly but steadily a bright red blush creeping up into her cheeks before she narrowed her eyes further. No one had ever told her anything like that before, and quite frankly, she had never thought of it either. Rose had never cared much for her appearance as long as she looked remotely neat and it was nothing she bore any interest to either. "D-don't say such things!" she muttered, trying to scuff her feet by stopping midway as pain shot through her ankle again. Is he flirting with me or something? I'm not quite sure... she stated in her mind, trying to hide her confusion with a scowl of dismay.

"But, do bare that in mind when I say thirdly and fourthly that...You're without your glasses, so you can't see, and with your ankle like that, you're not going to get too far on your own...And if someone was going to attack you, then you'd be just another easy target. "I'm just saying, is all...You sure that you want to get home on your own? It's not like I'm a stranger. I'm Sebastian. We're on a first name basis, Rose."

"So...do you want a lift home?"


She knew very much that he was right... with about everything he said. So, after a brief moment of considering the other options that weren't really options, she finally nodded her head, deciding that she would simply have to trust this guy for now. Even if she found him incredibly infuriating for some reason.

"Very well, please..." said Rose with a deep sigh, wearily. It was evident in her expression that she was not happy about this... at all. "But you better not be some creep, still... understood? Otherwise I'll...I'll... I don't know what I will do yet but most certainly something!" she stated.

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"Okay...Okay, I see your point. That is probably true..." Sebastian listened to each of Rose's replies with an easy grin on his face, patiently waiting for her to come to the same conclusion that he fortunately had. "D-don't say such things! ...Very well, please, but you better not be some creep, still...understood? Otherwise I'll... I'll... I don't know what I will do yet but most certainly something!"

Sebastian grinned and smirked, struggling not to say anything else that might give her evidence to add to her assumption that he was some sort of creep. The day was drawing ever onwards, and the sunlight that had previously filtered prettily through the trees was now turning to a warm orange that seeped down through the branches to turn the drifting ivory of the snow into a blazing amber. It was becoming colder by the minute, and Sebastian felt his skin tingle at the thought of the night time. He had always preferred the night. His shockingly white hair was tinted with the orange hue of the light, and his grey eyes pierced the sudden half light to look into Rose's gaze, full of promise.

Abruptly, he smirked and pushed away from the tree he had been leaning against, retrieving his key from his pocket. "Right then," Sebastian said brightly, approaching Rose with a hand outstretched, "Let's go then, before it gets darker or colder. Or starts snowing again. Off we go"

Sebastian looked over into the distance where the road snaked blackly through the layers of white snow, and could just about see his motorcycle on the other side. He grinned privately as he thought about how Rose would react, and made an effort not to show it, so that he wouldn't irritate her again. He knew that he needed to bond, and soon. Some part of Sebastian told him that he had to do it within the next 48 hours.

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Rose refrain from rolling her eyes and said nothing, although she did follow him dutifully. She did, however, not accept his hand either and simply clutched on to her bag. If she had to walk, she would do it now herself, even if it was painful. After all, the distance couldn't be that far, now, could it? At least she hoped there wasn't, since her ankle cried out in agony each time she put it down. Although rose tried to refrain from putting as much weight as possible on her injured ankle, it still hurt tremendously. The snow didn't exactly make anything easier, and she was limping slightly... but at least the white, melting stuff wasn't that hard to cut through. It simply drenched her further than she already was... which is negative too, I suppose.

Once they started closing in on the other side of the rode, the motorcycle caught her attention. It looked more like something you'd find in a horror illustration than an actual vehicle. The mare thought of having to ride it made her feel slightly (only slightly) sick. She sincerely hoped that wasn't what he was going to bring her home o- trailing off in her thoughts she noticed there weren't really any other vehicles around. Well, there were a few bikes parked not too far away from it, but Rose didn't really think any of them would belong to Sebastian.

As the realization of this hit her, the color slowly started to drain from her face. "Don't say..." she couldn't continue and simply gulped, not finding the words within her to finish her sentence as she stare at the motorbike for quite a while. She glanced at him briefly, uncertainly, and then back at the bike; speechless.