[ You're beautiful, Rose. comes an affection whisper through her mind.

That's what he'd said, all those years ago. That's what Kite had said. A 'beautiful', bloody mess reflects back at her in the mirror; a ravenous monster that shares her face. She looks more wolf than woman in the image, not only physically but carrying herself like the predator hunched over its prey.

The game under her stark white teeth changes. At first, she sees Faith. The woman's throat torn into and innards eaten away at with bite marks Rose is all too familiar of because she's inflicted enough of them to be. Then Ushahin, then Rey, then Newt, Hermann, then Jesse, then Hiruma, then Alphys, and even Sans turned to dust beneath her blood-drenched maw. Even Sorrow, the god partially responsible for this personal nightmare isn't exempt, despite rationally knowing she couldn't hurt him in this way.

They've all been devoured but her hunger is still insatiable and she's given up kidding herself that she'll ever sate it. ]

[ The shattering of glass splits through the silence of the house in the early hours of the morning. Apparently, Rose didn't like what she saw. It starts first from her room before it journeys outward once she discovers it isn't just the handheld mirror reflecting this awful future back at her.

It quickly becomes a deafening cacophony of breakage throughout the entire abode. The bathroom mirror is splintered under a swift punch. Rose doesn't even flinch at the blood that seeps from her knuckles after being sliced on the edges. The sink is stained with her blood, but that's fine because it blocks out the tiny reflections upon its metal surface. Metal. The silverware. She's tearing open the drawers, finding anything that might reflect and finding someplace else to put it. She'd throw it out the window but she isn't sure if it's her reflection they'll see in it now or their own.

She isn't being very courteous, roomies, so do feel free to call her out on it. ]

(closed to brennan)
[ Someone would think after the first time, she'd learn not to punch glass. But soon as she sees the reflection, she strikes one again as a result of red hot anger flashing through her. She doesn't even seem to register the pain, honestly, and just kind of... allows herself to sadly bleed along Hadriel's streets. Part of her maybe thinks she deserves this pain, if the reflection of who she's going to become has any possibility of coming true. ]

(open to all)
[ After she's been patched up by a woman far kinder to her than she deserves, Rose can be found as usual in the orchard. She's humming a diddy to try and quiet her wild thoughts. It's not working, unfortunately, but she's nothing if not persistent. It isn't uncommon to find the blond among the trees but there's definitely something off about her. She's clearly rattled, even if she'll be the first to claim that she isn't.

Yet, with a little coaxing she just might talk about what's on her mind. She's backslid a little but recently remembered the merit of not taking it all on her shoulders. That she doesn't have to carry things like this alone. It's still brings on an unsettling sort of vulnerability that she doesn't exactly enjoy, but... She has to try, at least. ]