no matter how your heart is grieving, ten/rose, teen
He’d been almost positive she was a hallucination when this particular blonde suddenly appeared before him in her flowing blue Cinderella gown, head tilted and soft brown eyes sparkling beneath her mask., 1872
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I love the sweetness of this. Not just with Rose, but with Donna as well-- how the whole trip was made so she could take care of him. I think the mood you cast-- quiet understanding and support, humor and romance-- it's the most Disney thing of all.
Gotta say though, trying to figure out WHY Rose would be at the ball in the mask is the most delightful puzzle of all. I mean, obviously it's not the point at all, but I can't stop thinking about it. My favorite explanation is that after the twentieth or thirtieth jump from Pete's World, she started getting whimsical xD
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I was holding my breath for the better part of this fic and much like Cinderella, I didn't want it to end :) Thank you SO much for this one. It made my evening.
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