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@rubyredsongbird-blog
I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it
Jenna, Waitress (via town-lights)
( thefirebug: )
early mourning | the laboratory
RUBY. ( @rubyredsongbird )
matty’s head jerked up, eyes going wide. at first, he’d thought it merely a figment of his imagination, some side-effect of whatever these bastards had done to him. but no, that was most definitely RUBY’S voice he’d heard, shouting out his name from somewhere else in the room. the pyromaniac felt the push of something heavy in the back of his throat, as he struggled to decide whether he was relieved or fearful at knowing that she was here, trapped in the same situation.
trapped, but alive. perhaps he should just be grateful for that.
❛ ruby? i’m here ! i’m right HERE ! ❜
while ruby could FEEL others were in the room with them, she couldn’t quite make out who those others were. for all that she knew, they were the ones who’d brought them there, the ones behind all of this, but the very moment that she heard matty’s voice call out her name, her body eased the slightest.
“ thank GOD. ” she breathed out with a dramatic sigh. “ please tell me you know what’s going on ?? ”
@thefirebug
wreak havoc.
( thcdestroyer: )
—RUBY FARADAY.
@rubyredsongbird
—♛ She awoke to a POUNDING headache that seemed to stem from a peculiar spot at the back of her head, a bump that was quickly growing to be the size of a small golf ball, and tried to shift her body only to notice her hands were tied together. PANIC started settling in as hazy mind tried to remove cobwebs and fill in the blanks. Blinking in the harsh light from the laboratory Beatrix took stock of the room and looked to see why her hands were disabled. A familiar redhead greeted her sight, Ruby, but where was Felix? Pushing away the stress and anxiousness was the rolling waves of WRATH, shoving all other emotions aside into a corner, anger heated her veins making the living CHAOS stir uncontrollably.
—♛ ❝ You got to be FUCKING joking, kidnapped AGAIN?! ❞ The pissed off female screamed at no one in particular as she tried to regain some sort of control of the lava that reverberated off her entire body. What was it, did she have a stamp on her forehead that read ‘please abduct me it’ll be fun’? Once was enough, but twice? Someone’s ass was going to get KILLED by her hands that night. Brown gaze flickered back to the female who was with her and despite the rage that tensed her whole body, she managed to nudge her softly with the tip of her boot. ❝ Ruby? Honey, you okay there? We need to get the fuck out ASAP. ❞
—♛ Beatrix could already tell they had taken the hidden gun she always kept on her body for emergencies, to prevent something like THIS from happening. Joke was on her, though not entirely, since they had come at her from behind like the cowards they were. ❝ I swear on anything that is holy, I’m going to leave a body count. ❞ The heated brunette muttered more to herself than anything as she shook her left boot and felt the reassuring steel. The corner of her lips twisted WICKEDLY, a dark sinister smile that spoke of spilled blood appeared on her lips. ❝ Foolish boys. ❞
waking up in random locations ?? not anything that ruby WASN’T used to at this point. waking up, in a darkened room, hands bound, however ?? different situation. her stir was slow once nudged by beatrix’s boot, the redhead had been out. out cold. but, hey, at least this was the first time she wasn’t wandering around LOOKING for things in the middle of the night. bright sides, yes ---- if it were even possible to harp on one.
this place didn’t exactly seem like a SAFE alternate to her typical nightly outings. in fact, something told her this was much worse. “ what’s going on ?? ” she asked somewhat dazed, pulling herself to sit up more fully as the fear began to set in. the last thing she remembered was waiting for matty to pick up her. matty. " where’s matty ?? ” she mumbled, trying to make out shapes in the dark. “ m a t t y ! ” oh god was there a chance that he was in here too ??
“ get out of here, yes ---- ” her words were calm only momentarily before the panic began to set in. “but how ?? how are we gonna get outta here bea ?? does felix know that we’re here ?? shit. what if this is it ?? this is where everyone’s gone missing to ?? now, WE’RE gonna be those missing people. ” impatiently, she jerked, as if that might loosen anything even slightly ---- ruby’d never been one for overt strength. “ foolish ?? what ?? did they leave something ?? ---- at least if i die, in theory, i’ll finally get to meet clark gable. ”
bonus:
@thefirebug
☎ RUBY ⇄ MATTY
( thefirebug: )
[ CALL >> uptown girl 💃 ]: ( matty grimaces slightly, unable to join in with ruby’s laughter. ) c’mon, y’know i wouldn’t be askin’ if… ( if the situation was normal. but it isn’t. it’s for his own peace of mind that he’s asking. if she was there with him, he’d feel a lot better about the whole thing. ) jus’ ‘till this… thing, whatever it is, blows over. what do y’ say? ( then, another idea hits. ) - what if i didn’t sleep? hold on, hear me out. if you started sleep-walkin’ again, maybe i could just follow y’, watch your back. an’ maybe i’d see what’s been happenin’ when you wander off. ( matty’s own words from mere seconds ago echo in his mind - there is a curfew in place for a reason. but he wants to get to the bottom of this, and he’s never been one to shy away from taking a risk. he already knows ruby will be hesitant - hell, she’s obviously been spending the entirety of this conversation trying to shield him from simply knowing what was happening. ) an’ in case you forgot, i’m not exactly defenceless. ( he demonstrates for dramatic effect – which might be a lot more effective if they weren’t conversing over the phone. she’d simply have to imagine the fire coming to life in his hand. )
[ CALL >> downtown man ❤️ ] : shit. ( she mutters the word away from the phone’s speaker. this was exactly what she’d been afraid of, that matty would get some idea to potentially put himself at risk. ) you can’t just do that though. i’ll agree to come stay with you, but you can’t follow me. obviously whatever’s out there would’ve done something to me by now if it was going to. . . ( she sighs, there’s something else she’s yet to tell him about -- the night caught out with spencer, the things they’d seen beyond the cracks of that crumbling building. ) there was a night, not too long ago, spence and i got carried away at the pub, we lost track of time, and wound up having to hide before right before midnight. i’ve seen. . . what’s out there, matty, not fully, but whatever it is, it’s not right. shadows that. . . i wouldn’t want to mess with ---- not even if i were you. if something happened to you because of whatever’s going on with me. . . i couldn’t- i don’t even wanna think about it.
because you’re mine, i w a l k t h e l i n e
(correct credit: borisschmitz)
@thefirebug
“you are what you wear.~” her voice rang like a chime. if ruby were to be honest with herself, she’d realize that she had a problem -- a spending problem. commentary on all the overflowing clothing in her closet wasn’t missed, even from the other room. “chanel, gaultier, or giorgio armani ?? moschino, alaia, or norma kamali ?? should I rock the betsey johnson ?? or stick with classic comme des garçons ??” she peeked out from behind the curtain that hung in place of a door. “---- and let me just add that there’s NOTHING ironic about my love for manolo blahnik.”
( @joaquinfischer )
dedicate! c:
send D E D I C A T E for a song from my muse to yours!
my same | adele
you said i’m stubborn and i never give ini think you’re stubborn cept you’re always softeningyou say i’m selfish, i agree with you on that
i like to sit on chairs and you prefer the floorwalking with each other,think we’ll never match at all, but we dobut we do, but we do, but we do
BONUS: wannabe | spice girls
( @bitchcassidys )
Dedicate me bish
send D E D I C A T E for a song from my muse to yours!
a little help from my friends | the beatles
what would you do if i sang out of tune?would you stand up && walk out on me?lend me your ears and i’ll sing you a song&& i’ll try not to sing out of key.
( @thecopycvt )
( pandorathelightkeeper: )
“Well I’m glad that I’m not the only one.” Pandora said with a big smile appearing on her lips before she ordered herself a vodka and coke. “Oh that’s great! So what brings you to the bar on this day?”
“if i told you the WHOLE story, you’d think i’m insane.” ruby replied with a roll of her eyes, nothing but seriousness in her tone. “i guess you could say. . . i haven’t been in my right mind lately, so i thought -- hey! if i’m completely losing it, it’s gonna be of my OWN doing. with a little help from my friend johnny here.” she tilted her newly filled glass playfully. “&& you? ---- you work at the circus too, right? haunted house?”
☎ RUBY ⇄ MATTY
( thefirebug: )
[ CALL >> uptown girl 💃 ]: ( matty’s gripping his phone so tightly it might very well burst into flames any second. he’s trying to calm himself down, but it’s a difficult feat, especially when he’s just about at the end of his tether. he just wants to know what the fuck is happening. ) yeah but- you haven’t ever had issues with sleep-walkin’, have you? an’… y’know, there’s a curfew for a fuckin’ reason. it’s dangerous past midnight, an’ you’re wanderin’ around the place without even bein’ aware of it. ( he’s not trying to scare her more, he’s just trying to assess the situation as a whole. matty sits back, lapses into silence. he wishes he was talking to her face-to-face right now, instead of over the phone ). …maybe you should come stay with me. ( he says it before he even thinks it through, and before ruby can get in so much as a ‘no’ he follows it up hurriedly ) ‘s just a suggestion. i’m a light sleeper, y’know, doubt you’ll get anywhere without wakin’ me up.
[ CALL >> downtown man ❤️ ] : no-no. . . not until now. ( she stammers, he’s not buying her attempts to gloss over the situation. which, while she’s entirely freaking out on the inside, those dramatics begging to burst, she doesn’t want to worry him. mostly for the reason that worrying him will only bring prominence to the situation she seems to have zero control over. it’s frustrating in the way that she wants it to go away -- even from thoughts && conversation. ) maybe the ringmaster’s working with whatever’s out there? maybe he is whatever’s out there and that’s the only reason nothing’s happened? you know about as much as i do, and i just. . . ( closing her eyes, she feels that panic begin to surge. clenched fists, she’s not going to break down about this -- not here at least, over the phone. swallowing hard on a lump in her throat, there’s a pause of silence, ruby laughs but it’s obviously a half-hearted attempt to bring some form of lightness. ) we’ve only just started officially dating and you’re already asking me to move in with you?
( inconscientism: )
The r a t t l e of surprised dishes was the only response to the statement in the dark. Then a flicker of lights as Quinn flipped the switch, a rather blanched expression on her face before it lit up with a smile, the hand on the wall returning to the tray of fresh coffee she brewed and little bits of food that she could find: some toast, bowl of fruit, cup of yogurt. She wasn’t a chef, obviously. But after last night, she figured that the redhead might need SOME sustenance.
“Good morning,” the blonde chirped, lifting the tray an interval to display. “I thought you might want something for when you woke up … I just didn’t realize you were already up.” She should probably have more caution of the stranger she took in, but no harm had come yet, so she paid no mind as she walked over and set the tray on her nightstand. Hands stuffed into the pockets of her jeans, glancing at the floor. “I tried to help you to bed but you, uhm — You collapsed before I could get you there. And, well … I’m really weak.” A sheepish smile to dot the admittance. “How are you feeling now? I could barely get a word out of you.” There might have been a moment where she wanted to add the term “incomprehensible” to the sentence, but she thought better of it. Quinn wasn’t very comprehensible herself sometimes.
good morning. okay, at least that meant the other wasn’t angry. in fact, there didn’t seem to be an ounce of anger in her tone. it was with a tinge of guilt that she clasped her hands together, twisting her fingers in and out of themselves. was it BAD or WORSE that someone had run into her in the midst of her rummaging. it meant a more in depth explication was on the brink, although, it wasn’t one ruby knew how to give. “it’s. . . fine. not the first time it’s happened. i wish it would be the last though. all good though, i imagine i’m pretty heavy when i. . . knock out like that.”
“honestly ?? i’ve been better.” she answered, not really moving ---- ruby already felt like she was over extending any sort of welcome here. it didn’t help that she had no idea what she did during these late night rendezvous. “this is gonna sound incredibly weird, i’m a freaking stranger who broke into your place. . . apparently, but do you have any idea what i was doing last night? like, why i might’ve come here?
( thementvlist: )
Felix wasn’t a light sleeper. He either got so high that he floated away unsure if he really ever slept or just swam somewhere between dreams and reality, or didn’t sleep at all. These past couple of weeks were easier and CALMER for him, the mutant closing his eyes way more often and resting quite better than in the torturing six months of his existence. But nonetheless, a dry throat was a dry throat and he possibly wouldn’t have thought anything about the movement in their living room—there was a cat somewhere, and he was too sleepy to realize she slept peacefully next to him—not until the movement became so human.
GREAT, now he had to fight off some intruder a l o n e while Beatrix was completely knocked OUT and buried in the world of dreams and pillows. She was the feisty one, and she was the better option for a fight, and Felix? The mentalist took a table LAMP, ready to use it as a weapon and hit the notorious criminal in the head if need be. His steps were careful, almost on the tips of his toes, sneaking towards the corner, holding his breath.
He “cunningly” turned on the light in the room before jumping out and——
a SCREAM escaped his throat, Felix HUGGING the lamp more than preparing himself to make a hit with it. “GOD-damnit!” He breathed in through clenched teeth, any signs of sleep getting out of his system in a matter of seconds. A familiar face was a relief for him to see, even if his expression didn’t show it.
Awkward? “You THINK?” A bitter sigh fell and he tossed the lamp aside on a sofa, rubbing his eyes and taking a pause before continuing speaking. “What are you DOING here? If Beatrix sees you, she’ll think you’re here for the morning sex or some shit.”
the scream caused a STARTLE. near jumping out of her skin ---- that wasn’t the reaction that she’d been hoping for in the least. still, there were worse places she could have ended up. there were worse places she had. maybe if she just explained. . . then again, how did one explain this ?? she wasn’t even sure what was going on with herself, and the one place answers might’ve been found didn’t seem the safest place to go.
“i’m sorry, i’m s o r r y. look, i can explain.” time to put those acting chops to the test. . . or something. her stomach was a flutter of nerves, and not of the welcome sort. “- and is beatrix really that suspecting ?? if i were going to do something with a man who’s spoken for, i definitely wouldn’t sneak in first thing in the morning while she was in bed.” beside the point, but it bought her time. “unless, that sort of risk were my thing. i mean, i imagine it’s kind of exciting, but i have a boyfriend, so. . .” her gaze flickered up towards him, smiling nervously. “yeah.”
“so, the reason i’m here, right. you see, i wound up staying out later than intended and needed to get inside somewhere, so i thought to myself. . . why not visit my pal felix ---- then you were asleep && i didn’t want to wake you guys so i figured i’d slip out before anyone woke up.” a decisive nod. yup. that was what she was going with.
After months of screaming as loudly as I could, months of shouting at the top of my lungs to get your attention, I am finally silent. Maybe this is what moving on feels like. Maybe moving on is the part when you’ve got nothing else left to say, maybe it’s that moment you think to yourself, “Oh, I’d better go. There’s nothing here for me anymore.” Maybe moving on is the silence.
January 11th, 2016 (via imwritingpoems)
