[ While she might not have a frame of reference for Janus personally, it does call to mind both pleasant and unpleasant associations. She thinks of Ren reassuring her in hushed tones after a fight when all her thoughts were rattling around wildly in her head; simultaneously, she hears the whispers of It'll all be over soon, you'll be alright from men in white coats who she never truly believed her her best interests at heart. The only thing they'd been interested in was the coin lining their pockets.
But she knows how to fake it until she makes it with the best of them and thus she allows herself to fall. Rose closes her eyes, sucks in a breath, and manages to refrain from squeaking as she drops back. It says a lot, maybe, that she's pleasantly surprised by the soft yet strong feeling of their arms holding her up instead of having met the hard floor below.
She's also (not as) pleasantly surprised that when she opens her eyes, she can count their freckles and smell minty freshness on their breath and then meets their lips with hers easily. ]
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But she knows how to fake it until she makes it with the best of them and thus she allows herself to fall. Rose closes her eyes, sucks in a breath, and manages to refrain from squeaking as she drops back. It says a lot, maybe, that she's pleasantly surprised by the soft yet strong feeling of their arms holding her up instead of having met the hard floor below.
She's also (not as) pleasantly surprised that when she opens her eyes, she can count their freckles and smell minty freshness on their breath and then meets their lips with hers easily. ]