I never loved nobody truly—

[eviscerates]

WHO: Ruby Lucas & Adelaide LeBlanc.
WHAT: idk some garbage
WHEN: A couple of days after this, mid??? August.
WHERE: random countryside between Halamshiral and Skyhold
NOTES: yes

This is officially a pretty shitty day.
Which she knows, she's known it for a couple of days, because those were also pretty shitty days. Ruby walks with her cloak hanging from her shoulders, grass brushing around her legs. It seems to vary between being up her to her shins or her knees, and the grass of her path is greener and marked with white flowers that reach up and sway in the breeze as the wind makes the plains ripple like the surge of the sea.

She's not feeling her best, it can definitely be said, and she doesn't have a particular plan. Go to Skyhold, maybe, and then redirect herself to the Emprise, and hopefully just— Sort stuff out. Fix it. Take some time and maybe find a rock to crawl under for a while. Or maybe she won't be a self-pitying loser, and be a decent friend, and just get on with life. It'll keep stinging, but it'll be okay.

What Ruby does allow herself is the luxury of stopping and leaning against a tree when she finally gets to the top of the hill she's standing on, and slowly exhales. "Come on, Ruby. Get it together."

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[eviscerates]

She swallows the reflexive self-deprecating comment— Oh, come on. Just give me time. As though shame were an inevitability, the kind of thought Storybrooke ground into her bones. "Private I get. I'm not saying I'm going to make posters or do an announcement or something, just... not secret is good."
Does she sound stupidly, disarmingly pleased? Probably, yeah.

Yeah. Ruby would be hard pressed to deny that Adelaide does, indeed, have her. It makes her smile brighten, if such a thing is really possible, leaning forward to slip her arms around Adelaide and draw her into a hug, even as close as they are, letting her face tuck against Adelaide's neck for a couple of of moments. She only eases back enough to talk without it being lost and muffled, gently bumping Adelaide's jaw with her nose.

"I would say that I'll try to eliminate any chance of desire," Ruby starts, something wry in her tone, "but I feel like that could be counterproductive, maybe." Silly joke? Silly joke. More seriously, "is there anything I can do to help with that part?" Because she might not know what it is to be a mage and live with the risk of demons and all the rest of it, but she does remember the dreams she used to have, that feeling of being drawn into tar and drowning so inevitably. "I've got your back."