appeale: (oh‚ please not now)
ℛudbeckia ∂e ℬorgia. ([personal profile] appeale) wrote 2023-09-25 01:15 am (UTC)

[ of course it's not a surprise to see that expression on Gen's face. she would never expect to be trusted in the first place. she's well aware of what she is, the place she will always occupy, a useless disappointment that can never climb up from the bottom. and yet, absurdly, it stings – a different pain entirely to the one racking her body, a single drop of water in the ocean that she is nonetheless keenly aware of. ]

Oh—I was just going to take it to his shrine, but... [ she stands too, fidgeting with the basket in her hands; bites down on the inside of her mouth to keep her expression from twisting at a wave of nausea. ] A-Are you sure? I really wanted to be useful to you...

[ crying would be too far when it comes to what Gen is willing to tolerate. to someone else, it might convey sincerity; he isn't the type to accept that, and he'll only see it as lying or, at worst, deliberate manipulation. instead, Ruby hangs her head to present herself as appropriately contrite. honestly... more than anything, she's annoyed with herself – this wouldn't be enough to ruin their fragile relationship entirely, he wouldn't even hurt her for this kind of mistake, but every little thing adds up in time. she should have done better, tried harder not to be a liability. when he runs out of tolerance for her, it will be because of moments like this.

blood drips onto the surface of the table, a sudden splash of red. ]

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