@isleheart / my heart hurts
two hours and forty six minutes. that’s how much time passed between the time mat read ruby’s last message and the time he found himself standing at her bedroom door. he shouldn’t even be there. the queen of hearts would have his head, but he had won over a few card guards and could sneak in and out of ruby’s room without any trouble. this time, he didn’t go in, just stood there with his forehead resting against the wooden door for twelve more minutes, then he finally turned the knob and let himself in. silently, he kicked off his shoes one at a time, removed his socks, took his pants off and started unbuttoning his shirt . . .















