off with their head (One Piece OC)
After Garp left the island, Rosé cuts her hair with a kitchen knife.
Every time she looks into the mirror, she sees her sister with her long flowing hair and the hibiscus tucked beside her ear. The ample white dress stained with blood on the inside, the softness of her smile when she embraced Ace and pressed a kiss to Rosé's forehead, apologising for leaving them.
She visits the grave with the tuft of hair she hacked at and throws it on Rouge's grave, cursing her sister and crying on her headstone.
She loves her sister.
She hates her sister.
Rouge didn't trust her with her son, preferring instead to give him away to a Marine, and Rosé is now alone in this world.
The house feels empty now. It's always silent. Death permeates the walls, sucking all the joy of their parents' home as she's left alone with her ghosts.
As a matter of fact, the whole island of Baterilla feels dead. Everyone grieves for the children the Marines came to kill, and for the parents who foolishly resisted. Gold Roger, the man who had once been so welcomed in those streets, is now an accursed household name, but not more than the Government who caused all this.
Rosé can't bear the doom and gloom, so she packs her bag and prepares to leave. A week later, she's taken a fishing boat and left it all behind. On the open sea in South Blue, a little girl yells her rage at the wind, ready to take on the world.
Eighteen years later, the Spade Pirates enter a pub and see a girl sleeping on the bar, unphased by the bartender's repeated attempts to get her off it. She snores. Loudly.
There're two hibiscus flowers tattooed on her hip, just under a black bustier. After a particularly harsh shove, the girl wakes, frowns, and between one blink and the next, the bartender and her blur. The man finds himself flat on his back on the bar top, in the exact same position as the girl used to be as she leans over him, a red, white and pink sceptre in hand, the heart-shaped head of it digging under the bartender's jaw.
"I was napping," she says dangerously.
The bartender's protests are strangled, but the girl eases the pressure enough for him to speak.
"On my bar, you were sleeping on my bar!" he exclaims. "I've got customers to serve."
"Tch."
Despite her displeased expression, she steps away and her sceptre takes its rightful place on her back.
"Ace, no. She looks crazy," murmurs Deuce, already knowing where his captain's thoughts were going.
The aforementioned captain is staring at the girl who seems ten or so years older.
"Hell yeah."
Deuce facepalms.