#aggie!

she remembered her first impressions of aggie's wounds, under the sterile light of the bathroom in their quarantine suite. how difficult it had been to figure out a system of signals that ensured she wasn't just making the entire situation unbearable for the other woman. she wished she'd had more at the time, but after a few days together, it had felt easier— and now she had the keys to 406.

"what do you think!" she hadn't looked at much of the space, focused more on finding all of the supplies that she needed in order to set up something that amounted to an emergency triage center. the new medical suite filled with boxes of sheets and and random goods. and somehow, it had devolved into even more chaos. but an ellery-style organized chaos, at least that's what she would say if anyone asked.

"i was hoping to clean and re-bandage your wrists," and then, if everything went well, she could take a look at the other injuries that were doing a slow job of mending themselves. but as she'd learned, it was best to take small steps. "if that's okay."

send a 👫 and i’ll write four headcanons i have about our muse’s relationship: @aggierobshaw

ruby was the first one to be put in dance classes as a toddler. mrs. robshaw was convinced that one of her children had to have an innate talent in something. of course, she toddled around and kept the beat alright, but she did not suceed. at least young ruby learned some coordiantion, and was able to step into the correct positions. that outcome did not discourage their mom from trying again with aggie, and letting her younger daughter grow into the dancer that she’d been hoping for. 

an r is difficult for a child to pronounce, resulting in ruby’s first nicname of woo-bee. when ever aggie needed a companion to play with or someone to crawl into her bed after a nightmare, the familiar sound of woooooooo could be heard echoing through the hall of the robshaw household. little ruby knew the sound and would always find her way to aggie’s side. eventually, aggie got a hang of the more difficult syllables, and transitioned to more creative names. woobee, became rue, and the one that seems to have stuck the longest is rube cube. 

when aggie was still living in new york and ruby had already moved back to carroll, that was the most she’d missed her sister in her entire life. nothing felt right, as though she was haunting the halls of her own childhood home. despite the odd feeling, she never wanted her to move back ever. she loved that someone else was out there chasing their dream, it was the reason ruby gave up her wanderings. when aggie called to say that she was done with the ballet, the house felt even stranger. like it was reverting to decades younger.