Rosemary O'Rourke : Thread 1 : Sparkling Rubies
"Never. I will never, never, never... never." With an audience of only herself for that assuredly solemn oath, Rosemary does not go the extra mile and say aloud what she won't. But her grip tightens enough to compact her into an even tighter ball, and she buries her face between her knees until the peak of the feeling passes. Eventually, she turns her face skyward until the last of her tears have dried, watching a lone cloud drift by and counting off her breathing. All the BHTs and ABTs and BSSes over the years taught her a lot of self-soothing techniques, and the mix she pulls out in the moment does eventually clear her head.
And then she pulls out some rocks, too, and sets them down one to a knee to scowl at them for a while. Still scowling, she picks them up and peers at the light above through them, turning them to different angles to see the unusual faceting. "I wonder how many times I could sell you, since you keep coming—"
But that was wrong, wasn't it? They don't "keep coming back". The asshole from Interpol said as much, but he was working as hard as he could to avoid her coming to trust him. But today... Rosemary tries, but no explanation comes that isn't less believable than the hints—crumbs!—these new strangers dropped anon. So then maybe she has her answer: she isn't just one of the Cursed, she always was. And now it's... progressing? The word sounds enough like a disease to make her flinch at the thought, and she shoots to her feet to get away from it. But she can't get away from Them, can she? That's obvious too.
Whatever you're supposed to do, I guess you better do it, before they start coming looking to fight... She holds one of the rubies up and closes an eye to squint through it at the crossing street, jumping a little when she sees the old man again and her awareness catches up to her audience.
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