#・゚ ♪ verse : clear blue water ( rosa ; grandline. )
@muselexum ; — [ A SEAFARER’S AESTHETIC SENTENCE STARTERS ]
“I pray the day arrives when you’ll never roam again.” (Akane to Rosa <3)
KIND WORDS SPOKEN FROM HER SISTER, tug upon Rosa’s heartstrings — it seems even after spending some time apart, being reunited now, Akane can still read through her.
Externally she has been getting by alright, sailing from one island to another as her mellifluous voice fills every sea with its beautiful melodies, yet no spotlight nor applause can ever replace the cheers of her family’s laughter nor fill the gaping loneliness of losing them.
She fights to manage a smile for her sister’s sake, to keep up the strong façade she has managed to build up so well during her time sailing alone, still a well of tears blurs a vision of indigo as she reaches for Akane’s hand, and squeezes it lightly as though offering comfort and reassurance — or perhaps, she has been seeking such herself.
❝Maybe one day.. I won’t have to anymore.. maybe, we can all set sail together again❞ she speaks her wishes in a soft whisper, fearful if she were to utter it any louder, the universe will take even that away from her, and it is all she has left — nothing but a far away pipe dream she understands very well will never come true. Sailing under one flag, upon one home — she clings desperately to that dream to keep her going.
❝I know it’s silly..❞
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@muselexum ; ——— [ word prompts compilation ]
[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare
NIGHT TERRORS WERE NOTHING NEW to the hummingbird, rather an unwelcome guest which frequented her every now and then, becoming much more scarce the more time she spent with her new family. Among the Whitebeard Pirates she felt safe, so much that it seemed all her fears of the past had been but a far distant memory.
Such had been the case for a good few years, but rainbows and sunshine couldn’t last forever and eventually the storms had to rage again.
With their recent tragedy, her old guest would visit again and so much more frequently than ever before — now every night since the loss of her loved ones, she would toss and turn, crying and screaming in bed for the ones she could never have back.
She avoids sleep in an attempt to keep it at bay but eventually exhaustion wins over and it plays again on repeat in her head: the vision of her commander falling before her very own eyes, her father’s disfigured face, haunting her worst nightmares.
❝No, no, no, stop!! Don’t hurt them — stop!❞ her thoughts are interrupted with a gentle awakening — a helping hand reaching for her and drawing her away from her land of terror and darkness, back to reality.
Indigo flutters awake, greeted by the warm sight of her sister’s comforting presence, prompting panic shuddering to slowly ease into a defeated slump.
She doesn’t need to ask Akane to realize what had been going on — after all, this had happened many times before since the war, but Rosa had come a long way since she couldn’t so much as utter a word — at least now she manages to speak to the sister by her side when she finds her there.
❝Sorry... did I — did I wake you?❞ she asks slowly, gaze dropping apologetically and digits clutching her own blanket. ❝I tried not to sleep... but I just — Sorry...❞
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@everdaring "What is it like? The surface?" the mermaid questions curiously. "It's brighter out there, isn't it? Must be warm, too, so close to the sun~" (/ at rosa or marco 💕 )
THERE’S A THOUGHTFUL HUM and a slight head tilt as the young musician wondered just how can she describe the surface to someone who has never seen it; being a lyricist she wanted to find the perfect words, just the right description to carry the mermaid up there.
❝Close your eyes~❞ she instructs softly. ❝Can you picture a light breeze? A small gust of wind just rushing through your hair?❞ while some areas of the sea she noticed do have light, it is the absence of wind which struck the young logia user made of wind herself the most. ❝It’s like a soft tingling feeling, kind of like a wave.. but without water❞ she giggles sheepishly trying to explain to the best of her ability. ❝During the colder seasons it can send a shiver through your body but in the spring or summer, a nice warm breeze is just perfect for a picnic.❞
The more she speaks about the world she is used to, the more she grows excited, Rosa often finding beauty even in the mundane of daily life. ❝Up there, you can see so many different birds!❞ of course, another thing the songbird herself can’t help but note, is the absence of her favorite little friends. ❝You can hear them chirping, singing their sweet lullabies in the early mornings~❞
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@nervionsailor ; "Wait! Wait! Don't move!" Casto waved his hand energically as he ran closer. His wings fluttered with the sea breeze and muttered something under his breath. "Ah! My apologies, I wanted to make sure you didn't hurt yourself. I've had a small mishap and I... scattered feathers all over the floor." — reply with whoever you wish! ♥
IT IS HER LOVE FOR BIRDS and collecting feathers which draws the hummingbird to the scene to begin with, the scattered ones all over the floor drawing the curiosity of wide eyed indigo as she is about to rush to inspect one of them, until halted suddenly by their ally.
❝Ah Casto!❞ she says in acknowledgement. ❝—But why are you apologizing? There so pretty❞ while the rest of the crew may not share her enthusiasm about the scattered feathers on deck, she certainly for one didn’t seem to mind. ❝Let me help you clean up!❞
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@sunbcrned ; ——— [ ASK MY MUSE ANYTHING MEME / ACCEPTING ]
❛❛ Rosa, huh? And just what makes you think you have what it takes to become a pirate? I'll tell you right now, it's a big world out there-- filled with all sorts of unpredictable dangers! ❜❜ his tone is not at all patronizing, rather purposely testing the doe-eyed petite of her admirable adamancy to sail alongside their much feared, notorious pirate crew.
HE COULDN’T HAVE BEEN much older than the petite musician, yet already the man before her is an infamous pirate with a name for himself — needless to say, Rosa admired and also felt slightly envious of the young man.
However, his query is one catching her off guard as never before has anyone taken interest in her reasons — they all had their minds already made up that she didn’t have what it takes before even giving her a chance.
❝I — I just.. ❞ embarrassed and also shy, she naturally stutters on her words when put on the spot like this, wide eyed indigo full of desperation; but nothing he can say about the big dangerous world out there is anything she hasn’t been told countless times prior.
She wonders if she truly does have what it takes to become a pirate; insecurity and doubt begin clawing their way to her already vulnerable heart, yet finally determination gleams and she stands her ground.
❝I don’t want to be alone anymore!❞ she declares her truth. ❝Loneliness is the worst feeling in the world — I may not be strong or big, but to never feel this way again, I can do whatever it takes; I will not stop fighting —— even if it kills me!!❞
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@muselexum ; "Hey Soba," Luffy said, her name clearly not cemented in his mind yet. "I bet with your powers you can make your farts go BOOM right?!"
THE YOUNG PIRATE still can’t get her name right and Rosa should be insulted, a little, but after hearing so many stories about Luffy from his big brother, she assumes that’s just how he is.
His query catches her off guard, a vivid flush to naturally rosy cheeks. ❝EEH?!! WHAT?? — N-NO!! OF COURSE NOT!!!❞ she exclaims, not entertaining the thought for a moment. She’s not sure if she can do what he wants, but Rosa is too much of a lady to even consider it.
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@sunbcrned " there... ain't much but.. " a tray is bought into her bedroom, holding both tea and a bowl of rice porridge. Ace didn't know much about taking care of a sick person, but he at the very least knew that this was the standard meal for battling a nasty cold. " i know you'd probably prefer thatch or tomoe's cooking, huh. " a sheepish chuckle ( pre acero )
OF EVERYONE ON BOARD, Ace is the last one Rosa wishes to see her in this sickly state, rosy cheeks drained of color, and usually glossy lips now pale with dehydration — she thinks she looks like a mess and she wants to hide beneath the covers so her crush doesn’t have to see her — yet, the moment he walks through her bedroom door, all such thoughts dissipate and a sense of contrasting calm and warmth seeps over her; as though his mere presence, more than any medicine, is healing to her soul.
❝N-no~❞ shy in nature yet around him, the little bird always is more honest so she argues, sweetly, voice a little weak but still maintaining its singsong charm. ❝I wouldn’t rather anyone else’s..❞ even if both mentioned crewmates have been expert cooks, more than that, the person her heart gravitates towards has taken the time and effort to prepare something, just for her and that made it all too special.
❝A-Ace made this for me... so.. it’s perfect❞
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@astherea She's just sitting there, far from everyone & visibly bored -celes
INDIGO HUES NOTICE THE little star, isolating herself from the crowd and keeping to the sidelines — being rather shy herself, Rosa somewhat understands the need to pull away, although she doesn’t suspect shyness to be the cause of Celes’ avoidance. She’s just not very social, is she?
Count on the loving hummingbird however, to try and pry the younger girl out of her bubble — a gentle tug on her hand and an all too sweet smile.
❝Come sit with us!❞ she requests softly.
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@xamassed "How, uh — you got — your lips are kind'a, uh..." Between her awkward stammering and backtracking, Anita pointed towards Rosa's lips. "They're shiny! How do you get 'em like that? I want mine like that." A little, self-conscious pout. Please, don't laugh. Please, don't laugh.
Her lips? Does she have something on them? The initial wording has the shy little bird feeling quite self conscious and reflexively a single digit lifts to touch of her own lips intending to wipe whatever it is that is there.
That is, until her friend clarifies what it is exactly Rosa has on her lips that prompted this. ❝Oh..❞ is the first reply, realization sinking in, then there’s a soft shy smile — happy Anita wants hers to look the same too.
❝It’s just my lip gloss —❞ and without further ado, the musician searches her purse for said item to showcase to her friend, all too eager to share this information.
❝Does Annie want to try it too? I am sure it will suit you!!❞ although, Rosa doesn’t feel this is enough and she wants to help, especially when Anita trusted her with this — so she’s quick to offer ❝You can have this one!! I have others on the ship — It tastes like strawberry❞ a giggle, at the latter addition.
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@muselexum ; Luffy's head tilted to the side, arms crossed and face scrunched as his brain worked on overdrive to try and place where he recognized the girl from. "Oh!" He smacked his fist into his palm at the eureka moment, "Sola!" She had been at the war! She was Ace's friend-person right?
THEIR FIRST MEETING was not under the most favorable circumstances, hence, naturally, Rosa felt excited to finally have the chance to properly meet Ace’s little brother — as even if he weren’t related to her former commander, much like the remainder of the Whitebeard Pirates, she too saw the potential in him and developed a fondness and urge to protect the strawhat.
He wears a determined expression and she wonders just what exactly is he thinking but then he speaks a strange word prompting perplex upon her soft features. ❝Sola?❞ she echoes the word, taking a moment before realization sinks in.
❝It’s Rosa — my name’s Rosa~❞ she corrects him with a light giggle. Truth is, she didn’t expect him to even remember her, considering the more pressing matters at the time; this was something at least. ❝RO-SA❞ she repeats, slowly pronouncing it for him.
❝I’ve heard so much about you, Luffy~❞
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@sunbcrned " oi rosa! c'mere for a second- " his hands are clasped together suspiciously while seemingly being excited to share whatever this was with her " wanna see something cool!? " he asks without waiting for an answer - opening his hands to reveal a golden champ larger than his palm; Hercules the Beetle. ( pre acero )
HER DIVISION COMMANDER requesting her attention, easily prompts the excitement and curiosity alike of the petite pianist; his enthusiasm to share something, anything with her, draws a shy smile and naturally rosy cheeks to deepen in color.
It’s all too sweet of course, until he reveals what it actually is he wants to show her — the loudest, most girly of shrieks vibrating across the entire deck, undoubtedly awakening any slumbering crew members in their chambers too; and then she runs, as swift as her feet and wind can carry her.
❝Ace is a meanie!! You are so mean!! That’s n-not cool — he’s scary!! Take him away!! Take him away now!!❞ she whines childishly as she paces away from the young man.
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@sylvva "Hey Rosy," The cabin girl rolled over on the other's bed, allowing her to properly face her friend. The hours were climbing as the sleep over drove further into the night. Leading her mind to wander on topics just to keep them from falling asleep. "I don't think I ever asked you how you got your devil fruit." // Camilla to Rosa
OFTEN DEVIL FRUIT USERS had grand stories to go with how and when they ate their fruit such as the tale of how her division commander came across his — the story of him and Deuce sharing it had been a popular one on board.
The hummingbird, however, didn’t have a fancy story to tell or anything of the like, which rendered her a bit embarrassed when she replied. ❝Ah, well, I just found it—❞ but her friend had asked, so of course, the least Rosa could do was try to give a little more detail.
❝After Pops’ put his flag on the island, it was safer to explore all the areas no one really went to — on a small ledge just below a mountain cliff I had found it. Suppose someone may have dropped it there or maybe it just rolled over. I almost fell over myself trying to grab it but I — I knew I had to have it,
I felt like it called to me —❞
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@sunbcrned For once, he awakes at the break of dawn to the sound of a chirping bird - his own hummingbird, that is. A gentle, melodic hum luring the youthful flame out of bed and towards the source until he had securely scooped her up inside his arms. Warm silver adore the early bird, his tired smile brushing lightly upon an ivory cheek before joining her in the view of a rising sun and a flock of birds soaring in the horizon " I wonder what their rush is so early in the morning.. " he muses jokingly
UNCHARACTERISTIC OF HER LOVE to awaken so early at the break of dawn but his songbird is a little too happy inside the nest that is her firefly’s warm embrace to truly question why he is up so early, rather she melts inside his hold, cheeks so naturally rosy whenever in his presence and an unwavering smile to match.
Bizarre, but she can almost swear the rising sun looks more beautiful today and even the birds singing seem chirpier — as though the whole universe rejoices when he’s around, or is that just her own imagination? Still, the thought prompts her smaller arms to encircle his torso, lovingly, while the gaze of bright indigo is captive in his own warm silvers.
❝Maybe they’re in a rush to see their love — they don’t want to waste a single moment apart❞ or maybe that is her own feelings she projects onto the clueless birds.
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@sunbcrned ; — [ reassurance starters ]
“ we don't have to do this if you're not ready. “ ( acero )
WITH LOVE SERVING AS THEIR GUIDE, there’s no doubt the pair may have ventured a little too far, a little too quick but who can blame them? After spending far too long deprived of each other, torn apart by the cruelty of fate and a world cursing the mere existence of her most beloved; while she, spends the nights thanking the stars for the very same reason.
His statement now is sweet to her ears, reassuring to the shy little bird in his arms — but it is within these very same arms she has always felt safest, hence while too flustered to voice an answer, her response is spoken through the way small arms cling to his body warmth, desperately.
❝Ace.. I —❞ she begins, cheeks flushed a color similar to the red flames he often conjured to keep her warm. ❝I lost you once..❞ she finally manages, softly, hesitantly, the mere thought summoning a saddened expression upon her rosy features and prompting a tremble in the very hands clinging to him.
Despite her own fears however, for him, she finds the strength to look up, an indigo pair meeting silver with utter love and devotion as she proclaims. ❝This time.. I don’t want to hold back.. I don’t want to have any regrets..
— this time, I will show you, I’m yours..❞
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@sunbcrned ; — [ reassurance starters ]
“ are you okay with me kissing you? ” ( acero )
THE SONGBIRD DOES NOT ANTICIPATE the query so honest and direct from her lover’s lips, certainly not when just a mere short while ago she didn’t believe he can ever harbor any love whatsoever in his heart for her, so to hear him express now his desire to kiss her, while completely new was definitely not unwelcome in the slightest.
The question startles his shy little lady, prompting a vivid blush to her already rosy cheeks and she tugs on her own skirt and bites her bottom lip nervously, albeit there’s a hint of a smile slipping too. Every day since she has learned the truth of his feelings, Rosa is also beginning to realize just how careful he truly is with her, it’s a sign of just how deep his love has been all along, isn’t it? — yet maybe a part of her seeks to greedily eliminate some of that carefulness too, if only to be utterly and completely consumed by his love.
Perhaps, she has not made her feelings clear enough when she initiated their very first kiss the day she confessed her love for him on his own birthday.
Her hands let go of her own skirt to tug on his hands instead and she steps closer, indigo eyes finally looking up to meet her favorite pair of silver, despite all shyness and how flushed her features are, her expression is one of certainty before she closes her eyes altogether, awaiting the kiss he has promised.
❝Mhm~❞ she hums softly, following it with a whispered request for his ears only. ❝Kiss me, Ace...❞
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@mediicusvitae ; — [ A SEAFARER’S AESTHETIC SENTENCE STARTERS ]
“What are these tears upon your face?” { For Rosa! c: }
ANOTHER VOICE startles the songbird out of her daze, indigo hues blinking rapidly and the touch of her soft digits embarrassed quick to wipe at the remnant of tears staining rosy cheeks. Rosa shakes her head and manages the best smile she can muster; it’s true she can be quite sensitive but Rosa is also shy and dislikes the idea of burdening anyone with her emotions.
She’s learnt at a young age to put on a smile, the best smile she can muster, even when sad; still her tears betray her any time memories of loved ones dare surface. She thinks of them often and sees them everywhere she goes, the loved ones she has lost as well as the family she has been separated from, albeit clings to the hope they are still alive somewhere out there.
This time, it is witnessing Lamy with her own older brother and the rest of their crew which triggers these memories — while it may seem like it, her tears this time are not of sadness, perhaps a little nostalgia and longing, but she’s also happy, and it’s evident in the small chuckle escaping.
❝I am okay, truly..❞ she attempts. ❝It’s just.. been a while since I’ve been surrounded by such a lively atmosphere.. seeing you with your brother, it took me back to my years as a pirate too — it’s nice..❞
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