@fateforsaked / shhhh ( for weiss.)
‘the storm of the decade’ is what they’d called it on the evening news. ruby had scoffed playfully at the idea, lounged against the arm of her couch with a takeout carton in her lap, and she’d said then that they wouldn’t even be putting this one in the running if they’d seen the storm that had rolled in over atlas all those years ago.
now, however, with the dozenth crack of thunder splitting the sky like gunfire, she has to admit that maybe they were onto something. winds beat furiously against the window panes with a downpour nothing short of torrential, practically shaking the entire building to its foundation. every few moments, a flash of lightning lights the bedroom through the space between the curtains.
ruby lies half - awake, half - asleep, and only half - listening to the harsh drum against the glass. another boom, and she lets out a slow, sleepy breath, finally coming to terms with the fact that no, she probably won’t be getting to sleep very easily tonight. one silver eye opens, squinting through the darkness at the battered alarm clock on her nightstand. 2:04am. another expelled breath, just as sleepy as the last, and she rolls to her side where her arm has been trapped and numb under a heavy weight for quite some time now.
she doesn’t need to see her face to know that weiss isn’t sleeping either. if that’s because of the storm or because of…anything else, ruby doesn’t try to ask. she just presses close to her back, her other arm looping over her waist, a tired smile against her neck as she breathes in. and then with a scratchy voice, she murmurs, “stop stealing my shampoo. i like the way yours smells better.”
she’s not really serious, of course. ruby thinks she rather likes the way roses and strawberries smell on weiss just as much. but she thinks she’d also quite like the sight of weiss’s one million bath products lining the wall of her shower, a toothbrush next to hers, a drawer even instead of a bag… no, she pulls her wandering thoughts back, her hand finally finding weiss’s to intertwine against her belly. above all else, it’s just a way to break the night time silence, to say ‘hi, how are you right now?’ without needing to use the words.
