rosewished:
@ridrose ·– x
when she had gone to visit the small village on account of the rumors of a girl with silver eyes, she was the last thing ruby had expected to see. the long, black hair with red tips – very much alike her own (too much so). the vibrant silver eyes, and pale skin. the similarities between them was uncanny, and the relation between them was so visibly evident.
silver eyes were blown wide, hands quaking with – she didn’t know quite what she was feeling. happiness? fear? relief? dread? for years and years she had thought summer rose was dead – and yet here she stood, and ruby was speechless.
the long lost years were all trapped within the haze of dreams, summer herself lost within their realm. nightmares of her supposed slaughter were caught in a loop all this time. summer’s only relief was in the breaks to visit memories of a little family she could call her own, a family she treasured more than her power. waking up in a form of temple and being nursed back to health by strangers was jarring enough. but this. . could only be the remaining fragments of a dream. she slowly rises from her seat and abandons the work of restoring her weaponry. they don’t matter right now. nothing else does. all she sees in her murky vision is her child, one of two daughters, the little girl she loved more than anything; ruby rose. white waves of fabric stir behind her as elder rose stares in awe the one thing she believed to be lost forever has come to her. she comes with strength and timid curiosity, she comes with friends that summer will hear stories about, and she most importantly comes with so much brightness. a spark of hope that most abandoned long ago. the tears brim and overflow like morning dew on rose petals, a nervous smile surfacing onto an older and wiser face. “ ruby, i. . . “ she sighs to steady her trembling voice, dim eyes meeting brighter ones, “ we have a lot to talk about. “
