Love Wept
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writing on timeline is not limited to nsfw and dark themes occasionally (including suggestive and depressing themes).muse is bisexual with no lean, heavy chem & prior communication required! will only ship with writers & muses above eighteen.page is strictly for writers and muses over eighteen, any minors will be blocked immediately.muse is not lewd focused & will not interact with nsfw content.
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៸៸ may 15th, the day a flower bloomed in the soft light of summer. soft petals, a scent so sweet it lured everyone in to admire it's beauty. its beauty so worth while, people disregarded when it started to droop, lose petals one by one and dull in color—swaying by itself in the wind.
៸៸ rosalie linden—hinako shimizu, half japanese & european.
height: 5'3"
personality: gentle, reserved, artistic & creative, empathetic & loyal, incredibly observant, emotionally intelligent, stubborn, patient, resilient, lightly curious.
appearence: waist length dark espresso colored hair with wispy side bangs, warm amber/honey eyes, fair complexion with rosy cheeks/rosacea, almond shaped eyes with long lashes, prominent mole under right eye & under left side of bottom lip, petite build.
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the sweetest soul a person could touch, full of kindness and a curious heart to take her anywhere it led her. rosalie was everything to her parents, too much so that the lines blurred between care and smothering. born to a japanese mother and a german father, they made her their world the moment they laid eyes on her.rosalie was an almost perfect mix of both, leaning towards her mother's features. parents proud to have a perfect daughter who they knew would go far places in the future. her mother was well known model in japan, being the headliner for many fashion companies and the beauty industry. her father who served in the military, bouncing from base to base with his family to various countries while learning various languages with ease.rosalie's parents divorced in the early stages of her life, while it postponed the traveling, she was somewhat relieved when her mother took custody of her. rosalie adored her mother's career, often being took onto behind the scenes for commercial filming, fashion week, photoshoots—her mother took her anywhere she could. while rosalie was curious about her mom's lifestyle, she never wanted to be the center of attention.in her late stages of childhood to teenage years, her mother slowly introduced her into the spotlight. starting with a photoshoot that blew up when her mother's fans laid their eyes on rosalie; fans and agencies praising how similar they looked, how she had the same spark her mother had. the media gained traction quickly and wanted more of her, rosalie's mother of course, jumped onto the idea of having her daughter by her side in her career.duo career that was slowly turned attention to rosalie than her mother. while everything was in action, her father finally took notice. watching from the sidelines through the media and television, his heart weighed inside him knowing where this would lead; he wanted to intervene. rosalie had received letters since after the divorce from her father, updating her on what he's seen and traveled, always letting her know she was seen. though, it confused her when he'd end the letters with her future was hers, no one else's.as her mother's popularity faded, she never wanted the fame to truly end. rosalie's mother slowly pushed her daughter further into fame, telling her she had a beauty non comparable to anyone, even herself. a dream that turned overwhelming instantly, like a switch. to her mother, rosalie's beauty was a bigger opportunity to gain more wealth and attention, it wasn't a choice, it was everything.the more rosalie was brought to sets, her mother always insisted it was a way to better bond. rosalie wanted to believe what her mom told her, she wouldn't do anything to harm her, right?bright lights, camera's flashing, constant praise turned to static in her mind—her glow was fading from exhaustion. constant praise from her mom started to make rosalie believe this was all a lie, a ploy to be used for something greater. rosalie masked her tiredness as well as she could, thanking the compliments, ignoring the touching, staring, trying to absorb the adoration while trying to keep a smile from crumbling and biting her toungue. at that moment, she realized her words meant nothing.her mother's words replayed in her head night after night, "such beauty is to be adored, viewed by everyone." always ending her words with how proud she was of rosalie. what was family felt like a business relationship, something she feared would happen.in time, rosalie's father did what he could in court. countless appeals to be ignored as deployment and the distance countered his attempts. he wanted to take her away from everything, never once stop trying. his heart broke with every photo, commercial, interview—seeing how much she was hurting.his letters stopped coming in, calls and voicemails nonexistent. rosalie questioned why, running to comfort from her mother, only to be fed lies. "he wasn't going to come back, hinako; if he truly wanted you, he'd be here." a lie that stuck with her.the letters that stopped coming were hidden away, trashed, or never made it to their doorstep from the efforts of rosalie's mother. number's were changed and his contact was lost and blocked; further feeding the lie that rosalie's father didn't want anything to do with her.rosalie's mother was relentless, fame and corrupted her from seeing how much her daughter begged for the attention to stop. she wanted the world to be silent and escape.once her 18th birthday came, after a day full of unnecessary gifts and chaos, she came back to her hotel room. her manager leaving an envelope on her pillow, reading no return address and a faded name. sitting on her bed, she'd open the paper; tears overwhelming honey irises as she read.the letter, was from her father. listing all his failed attempts from seeing her, all the listed and denied court appeals, all the birthdays and holidays he'd miss with her. all the times he'd watch her from base, hoping she knew that he tried. ending the page with "please know, there wasn't a day i didn't stop trying. i love you, mein blümchen (my little flower)." her emotions were raw, the first time she was herself without cameras and eyes on her.that night, she'd pack her belongings and book the first flight out of japan. she wanted to take back her autonomy, her own life just as her father's previous letters wanted her to.she'd fly overseas to start fresh, a new life. enrolling in an university, reclaiming her name and voice of one. finding interest in makeup and self expression as herself, wanting to be the one to give light and not be the source. juggling cosmetology school and fashion courses with classes were difficult, starting over wasn't easy.weight of her mother's doings stuck with rosalie, even while being thousands of miles away. she'd tense up at compliments, shy away from cameras and stay away from pictures and videos, growing anxious at prolonged stares and touch from men, even having a hard time to say no to anyone. relationships of any kind were hard to maintain, leaving her by herself.while on her own, she tried to make calls to bases her father had stayed, with no answer. her voicemails ignored until one call was returned back, though, not with the happy ending she'd wanted——learning her father had passed away while in battle.overtime, she'd teach herself to find her value again—for her to learn she belonged to no one but herself and had her own choices. healing and returning to the same compassionate soul she was, while trying to see the best in people once again at her own pace. while healing didn't erase horrible memories, she made new ones to make up for time lost.never once did she return to the mindset of love should be earned by sacrifice, teaching herself to put herself first.flowers wilt with no promise of being healed to what was once their full potential, not all will bounce back to their full vibrance or beauty. however, rare cases tell how even the most wilted flowers can make a recovery and bloom fuller than what they once were. blooming alone for itself than to everyone to witness.
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𖥻 knows a total of three languages fluently, including: english, german, japanese.
𖥻 automatically the caregiver if in relationships.
𖥻 has a hard time accepting gifts.
𖥻 has trouble saying 'no' due to her past.
𖥻 hates sudden touch, she will often initiate touch first.
𖥻 absolutely hates being the center of attention.
𖥻 very sensitive & emotional.
𖥻 she's very in tune with people's emotions & tone.
𖥻 her birthday is a sensitive day for her, but also the day her freedom began.
𖥻 has her mother blocked on everything to prohibit contact.
𖥻 goes by the name her father picked out for her rather than her japanese one.
Made with love.
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