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She slowed to a stop, turning around to see the poor girl hunched over, practically wheezing out words. Lena’s small laugh was like a clear summer sky, crisp and bright. It wasn’t one of ridicule but more of general amusement the she had lasted this long. “Alright, alright..I think a break’s in order, too,” Lena proceeded in walking over to Ruby.

“Y’know, y’ kept up pretty well, and I got one of these to keep me going,” she tapped her chronal accelerator, “What’s your secret?”

     quite a rarity was the discovery of another capable of traveling at such speeds, as she often did herself. it was somewhat a comfort, the knowledge she wasn’t alone in some aspect. however, the constant use of such speed in this instance left the young girl more curious than anything. “ ahah ... haa, well, it’s my semblance. y’know ... speed. “

   coco doesn’t really understand the little straggler, or the way she smiles, warm like the sun. the world is corrupted by plague, the world is sick. how can anyone smile in a time like this?

  she shakes it off. it’s not her job to judge, and who knows. maybe it’s just a mental break. coco certainly couldn’t blame her for it, especially when she’s halfway there herself.

        ‘a little while, yeah. just shows there are plenty of people like you, huh, kid?’ she nods to a growing line of people. ‘let’s grab you some rations and we can talk about before, alright?’

     it is a gift, really. the ability to smile no matter the circumstances surrounding her. rain or shine, budding life or deathly apocalypse, none would matter in eyes so innocent. ( it was rare to find one so full of light. one with stardust in her veins, unyielding bravery. ) the world may be collapsing, but she is still standing.

          ‘  …  ’     syllabic guilt and the veiled cringe of a complex,  her lowered gaze and grimace.  and here,  their final act:  the big bad wolf and her little red riding.  she lays her pelt and power out for the taking.     ‘  i was hoping to tell you before,  but  …  ’     it is such a wry curl of lip.     ‘  perhaps this is for the better.  ’

   (  a constellation o’ maimed sentiments,  )  sunlight.  it’s teasing at the slight  arch of sullied lips,    ( &. )  in his denial, strands o’ unruly  marigold swept aching temples.      ❛ .. never thought about doing anythin’ like that.  ❜      i.   it’s  severely  young  sanctity,    an array of budding stars rending each galaxy with utter potential ;   something he’d confide in..  )

        ❛ might be me being  ‘ old-fashioned. ’ —   so  why a name like that?  ❜

     brilliant color dances upon pallid visage, painting her more child than warrior in light of things silly as embarrassment. ( she has never lost her childish innocence, despite the warzone she’s come to call home. dust smudged digits & iron on her tongue, simper shines true whether she’s playing the role of little girl or savior. ) “ i mean, i guess it’s kinda new. teachers told us to name them when we made them, so maybe that’s why ... “

suki: ruby; does something awkward.

          ‘ perfect! but you know —— we aren’t exactly the most discreet people in ‘ere. ’