“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.” hey :^)
Pyrrha feels although this is not her place.
As if she is not meant to be the receiver of these desolate words. That perhaps such a personal wound opening up is meant for her sister, even her father to heal. Not her, someone with an outside perspective. Someone who doesn’t know what makes this fellow Rose bloom or wilt.
Ruby is the Summer. Her passion burns hot, she’s fun and so full of life whereas Pyrrha is the Fall. A person who takes away everything the summertime brings. She’s wilting and as a consequence, Ruby is wilting too. The Fall of Beacon was hard on everyone but especially these two. Ruby lost a friend and Pyrrha took that friend from her. That’s why she does not feel worthy of Ruby’s trust in these delicate moments.
She speaks not in fear of ruining it.
Pyrrha knows her place. She was meant to be alongside Penny -dead- and that would have been justice. And yet Ruby chose to save her, despite everything. If it weren’t for Ruby and Weiss, Pyrrha would not be contemplating as she does now.
Green eyes gaze upon her savior’s back. Memorizing each tear of her hood and taking in the way crimson fibers upheave into a black coloring. She cannot see her face but knows that the other deals with great sadness - deeper than her very own. Pyrrha will gladly fall into that darkness and take it all for herself if it means not hearing these words leave Ruby Rose’s lips ever again.
Gently her gloved appendage eases over the crimson hood, leading its owner closer into her armored body. Pyrrha’s hand then moves upwards into dual hued strands of hair where she would coax Ruby into settling her ear on her chest. The gladiator was mindful of her armor, and thus, pillowed her ear on the cleavage of her breasts, her temple meant to lay on the emerald gem of her neck piece. Due to the placement of Ruby’s head being centered, the beating of Pyrrha’s heart is more fleeting, nevertheless it is there. A steady beat, repetitive, to the point of it becoming serene.
She imagines Ruby to be overwhelmed at this very moment. Her complex mind is filled with static noise, and she hopes that the echo of her heartbeat mutes the input and leaves her null. Numb, as she so calls it. Because there is validity to the intensity or Ruby’s emotions, or lack thereof. Anyone else would tell her things to dissuade that attitude of thinking, but not Pyrrha. Pyrrha understands that loving TOO MUCH leaves one vulnerable. And when it hurts, it hurts.
Because people like them feel too much.
So when they love a lot, they end up hurting a lot more. /
People like them wish to save everyone. With their entire heart that’s all they want, so they give themselves away. Their happiness, their strength, their sanity to make it better for someone else. But when it doesn’t work, when they have to experience loss, they feel it grievously, as if it tears part of themselves away leaving behind the unwhole remains.
Pyrrha understands.
