( She'd had almost a year, in Trench, to process the fact that her daughter was nearly twice as old as she'd been when Rose had seen her last. Some part of her had certainly mourned those lost years — getting to see Sharon grow up, her little girl becoming a young woman. There are times she still might find herself quietly sad about it. But Sharon had told her how even in her timeline, Rose was gone, trapped in Silent Hill for all that time, after finding a way to get Sharon through on her own. She'd stayed behind for her daughter's sake, risking her own life — a concept that isn't unfamiliar to her, and one she'd choose again and again.
It seems that no matter what, she was never going to be physically there for Sharon through her adolescent years, that it was Christopher who had to be both mother and father, raising her alone, protecting her. She can't be more grateful to her husband for that. And so though some part of her heart might ache from learning that she's once again missed out on so much of Sharon's life, it's countered by the other part that's flooded with joy that she gets to be a part of it now. Maybe this is how it was always going to be — losing Sharon, but never really. Never for long. Each time she finds her, she's finding a new, older version of her daughter. And each time she's unspeakably grateful.
So she feels a glowing warmth as she watches her daughter speak of this man that she clearly loves. Rose remembers feeling that way, once, before... before things became darker between her and Chris. The almost girlish glow that practically shines in her daughter's eyes, the soft flushes, the little smiles. Though she's still startled by all of this, she's finding herself smiling too, drawing to a slow stop for just a moment so she can reach up and cup Sharon's face with her free hand. )
I think it's fate. Or maybe something a lot like it. ( Her smile warms to her eyes, and maybe alters the colour of them a little, pale blues almost cerulean. ) It sounds like you were meant to be with him.
( Of course, she'll need to do some Momma Bear checking out of this man for herself.... but she trusts Sharon's judgment, trusts her heart. She's still here to protect her daughter, but she also knows Sharon (and the Alessa part of herself, something Rose is just as protective of) can protect herself just as much. That is something she knows deep down in her heart.
Rose's smile turns a little teasing, and she gives another wet sniffle, still a mess of tears and joy, as she lowers her hand to keep walking. )Handsome, huh? What's he look like? You have to give me all the details so I can prepare myself not to swoon too much when I see this handsome man of yours!
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It seems that no matter what, she was never going to be physically there for Sharon through her adolescent years, that it was Christopher who had to be both mother and father, raising her alone, protecting her. She can't be more grateful to her husband for that. And so though some part of her heart might ache from learning that she's once again missed out on so much of Sharon's life, it's countered by the other part that's flooded with joy that she gets to be a part of it now. Maybe this is how it was always going to be — losing Sharon, but never really. Never for long. Each time she finds her, she's finding a new, older version of her daughter. And each time she's unspeakably grateful.
So she feels a glowing warmth as she watches her daughter speak of this man that she clearly loves. Rose remembers feeling that way, once, before... before things became darker between her and Chris. The almost girlish glow that practically shines in her daughter's eyes, the soft flushes, the little smiles. Though she's still startled by all of this, she's finding herself smiling too, drawing to a slow stop for just a moment so she can reach up and cup Sharon's face with her free hand. )
I think it's fate. Or maybe something a lot like it. ( Her smile warms to her eyes, and maybe alters the colour of them a little, pale blues almost cerulean. ) It sounds like you were meant to be with him.
( Of course, she'll need to do some Momma Bear checking out of this man for herself.... but she trusts Sharon's judgment, trusts her heart. She's still here to protect her daughter, but she also knows Sharon (and the Alessa part of herself, something Rose is just as protective of) can protect herself just as much. That is something she knows deep down in her heart.
Rose's smile turns a little teasing, and she gives another wet sniffle, still a mess of tears and joy, as she lowers her hand to keep walking. ) Handsome, huh? What's he look like? You have to give me all the details so I can prepare myself not to swoon too much when I see this handsome man of yours!