————& a twitch in response. Granted, that certain

                           area hadn’t been given a second thought for

                           most of the day, in fact. The youth had been

                           QUITE too caught up in the wanderings of her

                           own mind to even remember that soft weaving

                           was laying still & crumpled on her desk ; woe 

                           to sore muscles to her second pair now flat

                           against small digits. It feels…..NOT how she 

                           expected it to. Any thought or lingering touch 

                           brings on her DEFENSIVE shell, or so Blake

                          thought it would.

           ^{{ You can trust her. }}

^{i’m feeling it i m r ea l lY FE ELING IT}

Leans into the touch exhaustedly. Warmth is 

dearly appreciated, & the curve of her slender 

cheek makes home against Ruby’s nose.

“ Where have you been? ”

“ … Invited? ”

——Features usually tied down by a presence

           of a stoic composure cannot be spoken for this

           time. It isn’t her fault to be a bit unsettled by the

           Red’s … pressure. It’s always such a familiar 

           sensation, one of light, grazing touches & child 

           play.

                                  Not …. this.

           She’s not saying she wouldn’t go with Ruby, it’s

           not something she doesn’t enjoy; her old academy,

           a grunge - y  street concert, a form staying close 

           to a head of red hair, { protecting her } but the way 

           she’s approached, it can only leave her to wonder.

“ I’m … not quite sure you’ve given me the full picture, Ruby. ”

——Still is the curve of her shoulders as once

            was surprise, now an indubitable { mirror } 

            of a quiet, mild soul. It’s moments like 

            these that Blake cherishes the most. None

            of any infanture, where she can provide the 

            effort to stay inanimate 

                                 as the flower is made home in

            locks of obsidian.

“ Where did you learn that? ”