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[spiritwinding]

--- CONT. / @rubiakxma​

     “SAYS WHO? EVERYONE LOOKS TEN times better with a smile on their face. That’s just a fact’a life!”

       Yours in particular.

[tarotguided]

@rubiakxma​​ replied: "sour candy is good, I agree."

❝ Oh hooray! Shadow is my new bestie, now! ❞

[flammend]

@rubiakxma​

There was absolute stillness. No air stirred the grass or leaves. No clouds drifted in the sea above. No water dripped or flowed. Not a sound could be heard either close at hand or in the far off distance. Even her own breath seemed to die as soon as it left her mouth. It was an eerie sort of tranquility, so instead of being soothed her senses became heightened. What became a commotion was the person’s emotion of stress that she sensed beside her; couldn’t help but to wonder what could be wrong. She murmured out—

❝ Are you alright? ❞

[the-owlchemist]

@rubiakxma​​

【 ★ 】Try as he may, try as he might, the owl had been attempting not to stare. But for the past several minutes, somehow, and without fail, his golden gaze kept finding its way back to the hedgehog. Again it scanned over the familiar figure, the familiar quill structure, and yet again there was something persistently alien about it. Noctus didn’t know how to encompass such feelings into words. He only knew that something was off. Different.

  It was something that unsettled Noctus, and bothered the alchemist more than when the other had failed to greet him. Almost... as if they’d not even recognised him. What in Gaia’s name was going on?

  ❝ Is.... Is something the matter, Shadow? ❞ 

[onestepfcrward]

rubiakxma replied to your post: pour one out for team hot topic ��

ITS BAD TO SAY RUBY WOULD DO THE EXACT SAME SOIHFSOIHFSOH

NOT YOU TOO 

[zzakr]

          ❛   looks  like  we‘  ve  got  ourselves  into  a  -—-—-  starchy  situation  ,  huh  ?   ❜   stood  there  the  two  of  them  ,  covered  with  remains  of  an  exploded  potato  which  originates  from  your  own  machine  demonstration  .  a  hum  of  playfulness  yet  somewhat  guilty  at  the  same  time  ,  blue  eyes  grew  weary  as  if  they  were  expecting  something  unpleasant  .   ❛   sorry  about  this  ,  shadow  -—-—-  but  hey  at  least  we  know  the  machine  works  right  ?!   ❜   a  slight  chuckle  .  

` `   —   &   :   @rubiakxma​   /   ♡

[whrrlwind-a]

        “ --- an’ lookit that, not a single scratch on me. startin’ to think ya worry too much. ”

*:･ﾟ✧ @rubiakxma​ liked for a starter!

[spiritwindingarchive]

He shows up with a bouquet of flowers. "Here. I know what today is and in case you need a friend I am here. But these are for him, for the holiday."

     RUBY’S GOT AN IMPECCABLE SENSE of timing sometimes– when he’s not Who Knows Where for the better part of a year.

     He’s doing okay, and he doesn’t think that’s just something he’s telling himself to fake it ‘till he makes it. Dealing with the empty he can’t help but he hyper aware of a few times a year has gotten better with the passing of time, with the learning to appreciate the good over only knowing the bad. His feet are a little heavy, his head is a little sluggish, but he’s aware of it and not doing all he can to force his conscious to change the subject. It’s definitely a less tense time, now, which is nice in a way, but gravity feels thicker on his shoulders now– a weighted blanket that flips back and forth from being . The fact he can hear and feel the echo, thinks about when it wasn’t an echo but a voice at his side and a cool, comforting presence– he’s doing fine, he is, but keeping company with a memory is a bittersweet thing, an abstract thing, a vague thing that’s hard to grab unto sometimes.

     And it’s hard, too, to not be able to leave those grievances anywhere, with anyone. He has a lot of holding space, he can take the brunt force of a lot and he prides himself in such, but he isn’t as good in letting himself take breaks from the things he loads on his shoulders, his shoulders, and never anyone else’s. Even with Ruby, who Sonic knows perfectly well has so much going on in his head at every given moment, it feels inappropiate to lament his comparatively lame experiences to losing an entire world, when you were created to protect and heal it. If Ruby can manage it fine, why should Sonic get to whine about getting a letter with condolences?

     It’s a good thing Ruby doesn’t bother to ask, and wouldn’t back down if Sonic fought him to let it go. He knows how that song and dance ends, and the warmth that swells in his chest is a relief he tries to accept, for his own sake. He blinks at the flowers for a while, flitting his eyes up to Ruby’s every now and again. He knows, he remembers– which, of course he does, Ruby has object permanence but he’s told no one else any of what he’s confided in Ruby, besides a few tidbits he’s shared with Tails. He’s the only one who’s known for years that they’re dead, how they died, what they were like when they were still kicking, the only one with a reason to bring flowers to his grave. Ruby doesn’t have to check up on him, and certainly doesn’t have to bring gifts to someone he never met before, and Sonic’s instinct is to wonder why, why are you doing this, when his own words ring in his ears: do I need a reason to want to help out a friend?

     Sonic laughs something quiet, something that melts some of the cold in him. ‘In case you need a friend, I am here.’ Chips of the world roll of his shoulders, and he looks at Ruby a little less pulled down by the weighted blanket.

     “I thought you weren’t much for holidays,” he asks, taking the bunch of flowers from Ruby’s arms. He’s still here, he came back when he wasn’t prompted, just because he know of Sonic’s history with his parents. It’s a pretty bouquet, too.

     “He’d appreciate the exception you’re making,” he scoffs, self-consciously rubbing under his nose. 

     There’s a pull in him, to stick around Ruby for just a while, because he already feels a little lighter than he had before hearing Ruby’s voice, but he’s aware that’s probably partially the instinct to find a distraction. He still needs to go to Christmas Island for the day.

     “…We haven’t raced in a while, ya’ know. Don’t want you to go rusty on me, I gotta check to see if you can still keep up with the best of them— after I drop by my dad.”