“How long have you been here, Gecko?” A question that almost split his cheeks with that sideways grin. A question she almost didn’t want the answer to, what with the missing doors to the Mayor’s bedroom. The guards posted on nearly every door. “Long enough,” Benny sneered softly, a low and menacing tone contrasting that smirk. “Long enough to see. To know… Y’know I thought I’d take a page out of your book, Burke. Be someone I’m not.” Dark eyes looked her up and down, not letting it show how bothered he was that the trenchcoat had wrapped her up. A near opposite from the skimpy red number she wore in The Tops. Glittering in dim amber lights… “You doing all this to make me jealous, honey-baby? Being that Ghoul’s state hooker… I’ll tell ya, baby, it’s working.”
Rose was almost swallowed by red velvet fabric, damp hair laying along the Ghoul’s shoulder as her eyes shut. She had curled up beside him on the sofa, planning to move eventually he planned to join her. Until then, she was cozy enough. Their bodies ached from it all. A nearly five hundred mile journey leaving them with aches and pains they didn’t know possible, though Hancock was easily relieved. Rose was not. She tried to ignore the misty billows of Jet, her head buried against the repaired denim of his jeans. The rain pattering hard along the uneven roof was nearly enough to lull her back to sleep, had her thoughts not consumed her. Burke’s words were haunting enough, the sound of impact off the highest floor of the balcony following suit was all the same. Rambles that didn’t at all make sense in the moment, rambles about Saint Monica’s blessing and Atom’s Afflicted.
Oneee day I will return to writing this fic
Especially since the lore changed big time this week. Unfortunately idk if I have the strength to have Chandler Bing’s voice in my head again.
#OCRoseBurke