We Came Along This Road

x-posted @ my a03 account

Fandom: Rule of Rose
Pairing: Wendy/Jennifer
Summary: On December 20, 1930, tragedy struck the Rose Garden Orphanage, leaving only one known survivor, nine-year-old Jennifer Brown. Years after the hideous event, Jennifer seeks to reopen the orphanage. News travels fast, and quickly piques the interest of a long lost dead girl who never forgot the promise made to her by her old friend.
A/N: This story is part of a 14-part album fic challenge, in which each song from a single album will serve as inspiration for the story. The album I chose is “And No More Shall We Part” by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.

WENDY
It was late, and the weather was poor. I should have been at home, half-finished with my nightly rituals, preparing myself for bed. Really, I should have been in my favorite nightgown, perhaps even crawling beneath the heavy blanket, sinking into the warm embrace of my glorious bed. Under less unusual circumstances, I certainly would have been.

Alas. I’m tired, but well awake, and instead of surrendering myself to the luxury of my soft bed, I have instead submitted myself to the indignity of the stiff, torn fabric of a bench seat at the back of a dreary bus. Trundling along at this indecent hour, looking for a girl I haven’t seen since I’d lead the dogman on the death march to the orphanage door, in the tender years of my own girlhood.

Jennifer.

Even now, her name fills me with such terrible longing.

If only she hadn’t betrayed me… chosen that filthy creature over me. Humiliating me not once, but twice. Without even trying, I still plainly remember the feel of her palm across my face, the heat in my injured cheek. The poisonous swill coursing through me, spilling black and viscous from the cracks in my heart, as I laid pinned beneath her on the floor, like a butterfly.

The memories are automatic, and unstoppable. The anger in her voice and the furious tears in her eyes as she demanded that I “give her back her friend”, even though I had not been taken from her, at all.

No… if only she’d understood, as I had, as all of the others had, that nothing of value had been lost to her… that the only friend she truly needed – after the lengths I had gone to just to prove to her the immeasurable depths of my devotion – was there already… everything could have been so much different.

We could have been so happy. All of us.

Royalty.

A family.

Instead, she’d been selfish. Cruel. Unbearably cruel. And in the end, it was she who was taken away from me, a second time.

I won’t lose her a third time, however. This time, she will be mine, and no one else’s, ever again.

I have been so patient.

Through the dirty, discolored window, there wasn’t much to see. Trees, mostly. The tedious landscape stumbled past on an endless loop. Trees and bushes, bushes and trees. How putrid. I sighed and turned my head away from the glass; I’d never really been one for the supposed beauty of nature.

Finally, the bus shudders to a halt alongside a bench I recognize immediately.

Once upon a time, I’d found a Stray Dog sitting there, waiting for his son.

I do not pause to linger on those memories. They are worthless to me. I leave the bench behind me without a second glance, as I follow the worn, dirt path up to the Rose Garden Orphanage.

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Mermaids, Part 2: Diana

Mermaids

Fandom: Rule of Rose

Summary: Diana and Jennifer are forced into a tentative partnership when the airship experiences mechanical difficulties.

Part 2: Diana

As a long time member of the upper echelon of the Red Crayon Aristocrats, Diana was not accustomed to being trod upon by anybody, let alone a miserable peon like the new girl.

Her lip curled as Jennifer continued mindlessly on her path, apparently unbothered by the prospect of collision. Her hands moved to her hips, a threatening pose she’d been working on to help better intimidate the underlings, but the foolish girl wasn’t paying mind enough to notice.

Stupid, filthy wretch. If she wrinkles my new dress, I’ll skin her alive.

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Barefoot in the Dark – Prologue

Fandom: Rule of Rose

Summary: A child goes missing without explanation; Eleanor resolves to find her. Also available at ao3.

It was vicious cold outside on the balcony, but she didn’t mind so much. It was just as vicious cold on the inside where Diana and Meg skulked and slithered; where Miss Martha the cleaning witch scolded and complained; where Mr Hoffman petted and whispered and slipped into the dormitory to watch them undress, insisting that he was simply there to keep them on task.

Hurry up and take off your dress, there’s no time for dawdling. When was the last time you changed your underwear, you dirty little wretch? No mummy and daddy is ever going to want a child who can’t take care of themselves. Give them to me, I’ll take them to the filth room for you…

Where everyone stopped what they were doing to point at her, the new girl, and hiss and snipe to each other as they stared at her with open distrust. The new girl, as if though she’d done it on purpose.

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Greedy, just like sin.

God, I just love the Rule of Rose tag on tumblr. There is nowhere else online I’ve bothered to look for that still has an active ROR fanbase and it just fills me with joy every time I go in and look around and see fanart and role players and gif sets (but no fan fiction, it hurts me on the inside).

And then you come across some clearly evil genius who says shit like “but what if Leon Kennedy/Jennifer”, and you’re just like

 

 

 

 

 

yes.

I don’t know if I’ll ever have the sheer audacity to write something I have no actual interest in writing (though I’d read the hell out of it, no lie), something so strange and unnecessary (yet so weirdly appealing), especially because I have never done a crossover and never actually expected to… but maybe I will, after I do some work on Emperor.

Mermaids

Mermaids

Fandom: Rule of Rose

Summary: Diana and Jennifer are forced into a tentative partnership when the airship experiences mechanical difficulties.

Note: The first several updates are from an abandoned RP between myself (“Jennifer”) and DemandingDuchess (“Diana”) on Tumblr. I’ve removed and replaced “Diana’s” contributions with my own in order to keep the story flowing. I’m merely copying and pasting my own segments over here, as I feel that they’re mine and I can do whatever the hell I want with them. My regards to Diana, and also my apologies for my inexperience.

Part 1: Airship

With yet another mechanical groan, the airship lurched to the side again, and would perhaps have toppled her backwards onto the floor if she hadn’t made a desperate grab for the railing. Hands clenched tight around the cold steel bar that ran the length of the corridor, she felt the sweets she’d eaten a short while earlier begin to churn threateningly in her stomach; she was dimly aware that she was sweating despite the chill in the air.

Resting her forehead against the filthy glass, she stared miserably out of the window into the surrounding darkness and waited for the nausea to pass. She knew she didn’t have much time, a fact that only seemed to make her stomach more volatile.

When finally the candy’s urge to revisit had subsided, she almost had to physically pull herself away from the window. Exhaustion had joined fear and confusion on the emotional carousel she’d been trapped on since she’d left the relative safety of the bus, and she was finding it increasingly difficult to keep moving.

But I have to find a butterfly, she reminded herself, rubbing tiredly at her eyes. A beautiful… butterfly. Up here in space. Even her thoughts had become sluggish and reluctant. Her mind, it seemed, was still having trouble accepting this nightmarish new reality.

Since the first class guest sector featured virtually no identifiable markings or signs for her to assess her path, she found herself wandering hallways that were at once familiar and unknown. Jiggling doorknobs – most of them locked – and hitting dead ends, she slowly made her way through the tangle of empty corridors, hoping without much conviction that she’d somehow just stumble upon the required “gift”. She tried not to give too much thought to the fact that she was trapped on an airship – that she might not be able to find any kind of insect, let alone a butterfly, let alone a beautiful one. Most of all, she tried not to think about what the children

(What Diana)

might do if she failed to meet their demands. It seemed an entirely obvious, incontrovertible truth that the results would be – at best – unpleasant, and it was certainly not something she wished to dwell on.

She continued down the hallway, focusing wholly on her task, occasionally finding doors that would open, yielding more sweets and other trinkets, but never anything even remotely related to a butterfly.

This is hopeless, she thought bitterly. They’ve deliberately set me up to fail their little test.

Another door, another scone, another marble. Another minute gone with her nowhere nearer to completing her goal. Another minute closer to another punishment.

Sadly, for the unlucky girl, she had become much too involved in her own inner conflicts to pay attention to her trajectory. Upon rounding yet another entirely indistinguishable corner into yet another identical hallway, she realized far too late that this one did in fact differ from the others she’d previously explored: It was not empty.

Without even realizing it, she’d nearly walked into Diana.