[ Roxy knows when all of this is over, and she wakes up with the worst hangover imaginable, that she is going to be in trouble. With herself, mostly. While she's cooked up a thousand and one scenarios in her head as to how people like Dirk, Jake, and Rose are going to react when they find out about this, they are just that-- scenarios. Hypotheticals born from the ashes of her self-esteem, the bastard children of anxiety and dread.
Like a dying star collapsing in on itself, and simultaneously spewing affection out all over the place, Roxy's love is a force of nature. Anything worth doing is worth overdoing, in her book. Moderation has never been her strong suit; neither has looking before leaping. That's why she realizes, a little too late, just how utterly fucked she is, and why the realization hits her as hard as it does.
She tears up, because why bask in all this love and enjoy the moment when you can be a miserable piece of shit instead? ]
Ooh no.
[ she is so dead when she finds out about this in the morning!! ]
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Like a dying star collapsing in on itself, and simultaneously spewing affection out all over the place, Roxy's love is a force of nature. Anything worth doing is worth overdoing, in her book. Moderation has never been her strong suit; neither has looking before leaping. That's why she realizes, a little too late, just how utterly fucked she is, and why the realization hits her as hard as it does.
She tears up, because why bask in all this love and enjoy the moment when you can be a miserable piece of shit instead? ]
Ooh no.
[ she is so dead when she finds out about this in the morning!! ]