appeale: (fathoms underwater)
ℛudbeckia ∂e ℬorgia. ([personal profile] appeale) wrote 2023-09-28 04:18 am (UTC)

[ ah, her damn cursed luck. Rudbeckia was so pleased to hear that brusque dismissal. this should have been a moment of relief – Gen really isn't angry with her, she's still useful to him, nothing will change, she hasn't ruined everything yet. but of course, as soon as she has one thing to be happy about, something else goes wrong. she recoils from Gen's approach, shifting back on instinct as he moves towards her. ]

Ahaha! [ the burst of laughter is too loud, too high-pitched. Ruby's hand hides her nose and mouth, more to conceal it from Gen than to staunch the bleeding. ] H-How embarrassing! I'm okay, I'm okay. It must be something in the air. I just need to...

[ stepping away from Gen means stepping away from the table, too, and that's—

—a mistake. it feels like someone knocks her on the back of the head with a hammer: there's a crack of pain, the dizziness that sends her reeling, her vision goes black. without the table to lean on, Ruby staggers, and then her knees buckle. it is not a gracious, ladylike faint. that split second of unconsciousness sends her pitching forward without any chance of catching herself. ]

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