#⊠⌜muse;; rose dewitt bukater⌟

[were-all-just-stories]

titanic (1997) + letterboxd reviews pt 3

pt 1.

pt 2.

[timeguardians]

"well, that’s too bad…i was planning on helping you." ~ [any muse; i'm experimenting with john robie from to catch a thief]

Trapped, Rose is, like a bug encapsulated in amber. Safe and beautiful to view from extraordinary lengths and when shielded, not so flawless up close and personal. Painted lips are fashioned into a perpetual frown. One, the evening has only cemented further upon her pallored face. The debtors cerulean orbs shakily flit upwards towards his.

For a moment, all the crimson-haired false heiress could do is stare at his incredibly warm features. Her scathing rebuke uttered moments ago only comes back to haunt her. "Wait," she implores in a tone so dire, so fragile, she fears it'll be swallowed up by the commotion of the erratic night breeze. Swallowing down every bit of contempt, she has for her own voice, her command is a degree clearer. "Wait!"

"You would help me?" She incredulously questions. "Why? He knows barring a marriage to Hockley, she hasn't a penny with which to reimburse him. "What would you get out of this arrangement?"

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Incorrect Titanic Quotes

Jack Dawson: I would do literally anything for you, Rose. You want the stars? I'll grab them with my own hands and make you a necklace.

Rose Dewitt Bukater: I just want you to take a nap and to take care of yourself.

Jack Dawson: Absolutely not. I will not.

[timeate]

misc tag dump.

[avictimofthejazz]

you know if someone came in here, they wouldn’t believe what they’d see. (rose to murphy)

@timeguardians (Rose)

Murph quirks an eyebrow at Rose, before an impish grin steals across his features and he leans closer to her. “Well then that’ll work out for us, won’t it? We’ll just convince them they’re hallucinating.” Of course, if anyone does catch them kissing in Cal’s study, it will take a lot more then claiming it is hallucination to get the couple off the hook. Cal took the train to DC that morning, intent on schmoozing with a few senators and Congressmen that he knew, but he blithely left Murph behind to make sure Rose stayed out of trouble. In Murph’s opinion, that is akin to letting the fox guard the henhouse, but who is he to complain if Cal makes his life easier for a few days? It is not like he owes that loser anything resembling loyalty.

Brushing his lips over the corner of Rose’s mouth, Murph settles against Cal’s desk and looks around. “Sheesh…” He finally whistles. “Does Cal actually read all these books, or are they just to hold down the shelves? I thought the only thing written word he followed was the stock pages.”

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soniabragas​:

[inn0cencestrained]

What Kind of Love Are You?

Love as the Dawn

Pastel, saccharine and hopeful, your love rises slow to greet the day. It tiptoes on doe feet and blossoms bit by bit, petal by petal. Love is new to you, isn’t it? A fresh discovery in a world you do not quite understand. Your love loves with bated breaths. Your love swoons and sighs and lingers under awnings. Your love romanticizes. Your love aches as tenderly as a bruise. You’re swollen with desire and idealizations. The perfect kiss, the perfect touch, the perfect partner in life. Your love is wide-eyed and innocent, naive and pristine and oh, so very easily breakable. Being loved by you is to be loved by a child, by a lamb, wooly-eyed and helpless. Oh. I really hope it lasts.

Tagging: You - please steal it Tagged by: @sirensought

[vntagetee]

rose dewitt bukater / tags

[timeguardians]

@madeownluck

Jack turned and stared at her, shocked at what she was saying. He shook his head, "You know I can't do that Rose. I'm too involved now. You jump, I jump, remember?" He asked.

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Cerulean orbs sharply avert, her crimson lashes trying to conceal the agony contained within. If she hazards one glance into those insufferably soft eyes of Jack Dawson's, Rose may very well kiss her resolve adieu. Her heart it SINKS like a ten-ton stone into the pit of her gut. It's shallow thunder is not easily swallowed down. Especially, as he reiterates a phrase they had both adopted.

In the short time they had known each other, he managed to captivate every inch of her forbidden heart. Jack saw her, truly, through all of her facades and false airs. Yet, it is too LATE for her. Rose is promised to be wed SOON. And she must wed soon in order to preserve what little is left of her family's tattering reputation. It is Hockley's money in which Ruth stored all hopes of salvation.

What grieves her MOST in this very moment is the fact that she genuinely LOVES him. Hurting him only seems to deepen fractures skittered across her already fragile spirit.

"Dammit, Jack!" The intonation of the words haunts the crimson haired heiress, coming off as something far harsher than a whisper. She CHOKES on the emotion of it. "Don't make this more difficult than it HAS to be." Her steps inch backwards, threatening a complete and total retreat for she is KEENLY aware of the hawkish eyes looming in the distance. Eyes belonging to Lovejoy.

"I am--" she grits her teeth sharply as she must begrudgingly continue. "I am forever grateful for all of your help-" The words are well rehearsed but unconvincing. "But it is-- it is no longer required." Sharpened daggers seemed to rip through her as the words are uttered and in spite of her internalized agony, her resolve does SHATTER entirely. Cerulean orbs dwell foolishly upon his more loving, glittering eyes.

"I'm- I'm sorry." There was never an instance she wanted to collapse her arms tightly around him more. Were it not for prying eyes, she may have never untethered herself from an embrace with him. Rose covets his freedom, his spirited nature while recognizing that she is very much a PRISONER in her own life.

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MY HEART IS JUST SUPER SOFT. Of all the TREASURES, MONEY, and OTHER THINGS Rose can request from Lovett, Rose unflinchingly asks only for Jack's drawing of her. It is the last remnant of his existence. Of course, she does so with the caveat that she tells him something of value.

There are 50 or so objects recovered from her room. A lot of them are presumably worth a lot of money now.

[inn0cencestrained]

Tag

tag dump 5

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@avictimofthejazz

Rose: When have I done anything rash or irresposible?

Mary: I keep a list. It's alphabetized.

[timeguardians]

Okay but Rose Dewitt Bukater having a Bridgerton verse. But despite Ruth's efforts, Rose can not be the diamond. She's too unrefined, crass, and unwilling to do as she's directed to

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Incorrect Titanic Quote

because @eightbello requested some

Rose Dewitt Bukater: Cal, do you take constructive criticism? Hockley: you know that I only take cash or credit.

[evietales]

added muses : ♡ arwen undomiel ♡ rose dewitt bukater ♡ anastasia ♡ sansa stark ♡ elizabeth swann ♡ satine ♡ vivian ward ♡ penny lane ♡ meredith grey ♡ amy pond ♡ miss holloway

[timeguardians]

Rose dare not deign raise her cerulean orbs to her savior for fear that it may insight more IRE from the already enraged Hockley. At least, until the furious businessman disappeared. It certainly would inspire something dangerously close to envy, should Hockley ever discover how handsome Rose found the man's features to be in comparison to his flatter features. There could be no rival to his cherubic countenance, nor the way his eyes seemed to shine, even in a state of offense.

His words bring Rose to swallow nervously. Her adrenaline only slightly tapers off from being struck and denounced as a thieving wh*re. Neither of which was quite true at the momen,t, though spitefully Rose wishes it were. Cal couldn't tell that her soul was being SUFFOCATED by his mere presence, that she wished to take a leap from the STERN of the mighty ship.

Then, and only then, she peered up at him through crimson lashes. "You don't even know me." She shiveringly rasps. "Do you still presume your assumption of my innocence to be true?" How good and kind his soul must be. He isn't wrong. His public humiliation of her was unmerited, but it was something she was slowly becoming accustomed too.

Using her heavily quivering hands to smooth out her dress, she presses. "Are you not afraid of the ramifications? Hockley is a-- a powerful man." Rose didn't wish to see the fine gentleman harmed on her behalf.

Then, upon studying him further, she lets out a gasp. "I've seen your face-- somewhere before? Have I not? I-- In the papers? Or perhaps polite society." His name manages to escape her, though her gaze lingers more intently upon his countenance now.

@timeguardians  said  ;   why would you do that? Why would you intercede for me? (rose dewitt bukater)

he  probably  shouldn't  have  gotten  in  the  middle  of  it.  it  wasn't  his  place.  he  knew  that.  knew  better  than  to  insert  himself  into  something  that  was  none  of  his  business.  but  he  didn't  feel  comfortable  just  standing  idly  by.  watching  things  escalate.  ❛ i'm  sorry  miss,  but  i  had  to.  what  they  were  saying,  accusing  you  of,  they  were  completely  out  of  line. ❜