was listening to a song that's highly inappropriate for the mood of this piece (but what are you gonna do? š¤·š¾āāļø) and for some reason it got me to buckle down and finally jot down these two scenes I've had since creating the premise for this dark au
is this motivation for something new? no. this is solely to get them out of my head
and does this align with the current timeline of the au? idk that's up to you. BUT - and I put this in caution red for this specific purpose - this may contain spoilers for if you want the au to go this route. like everything in this au it's governed by your wants; this below is simply are hastily written ideas that aren't set in stone
if not, that's also up to you. putting this under a cut just in case @dragonmaiden79 @sarifinasnightmare @idontgettechnology @kittenkattextras @/anyone else who wants free content and to hopefully help me grow
(visuals: who I imagine ruby to be: bailey bass)
āWell, itās nice to see you again, sir... You say youāre not alone? But youāre the only person I see hereāthereās even one chair. What do you mean?ā
A small, sad grin spreads across his face and he gazes down on the ring on his handāduring their conversation, heād periodically caress it or glance at it before answering. Itās a gorgeous piece of jewelry, ancient and worn from years of wear. On it are two large jewels, one blue and the other red.
āYes,ā he starts slowly, sounding almost pensive. āHere... Here is my precious wife, Sapphire, and my darling daughter, Ruby...ā
The man who asked rubs it off to being the years of age and loneliness taking its toll. āOh, those are mementos?ā
āMementos?ā
āYesāblue for Sapphire and red for Ruby. Their namesāit fits.ā
āOh, mementos. Sure...ā He doesnāt argue or tell the truth that the two aforementioned areĀ actually trapped insideĀ their corresponding jewels. Itās not like anyone would believe him if he were to say, anyway. āYou know,ā he continues, unprovoked, āit wasĀ myĀ idea to name her Rubyābecause of this very ring. Her mother wasnāt fond of it at first, but I made her come around to it eventually.ā
None the wiser, the host smiles. āThat sounds like a heartwarming story.ā
āYou tell me...ā
* * * * * *
Young and innocent, Ruby is strapped to a long, flat surface, bound by her wrists and ankles, spread out preventing any possibility that her desperate scratching at the ropes would help free herself.
Sheās spread vulnerable, captured, and afraid. Her chest heaves rapidly, the sobs she tries to stop are only softened, fat tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes into her hairline and her ears.
Standing at her side is her father wearing a turbulent mixture of opposing, complicated emotions on his face. In his raised hand is a black, sharpened blade.
Ruby looks from the blade to his face again. āPlease donāt do this,ā her lip quivers.
He doesnāt change positions; he inhales and exhales shakily, cheeks puffing. Heās hesitating.
Ruby pulls at her restraints once more, wriggling across the flat surface, feeling exposed and like a helpless worm as a human foot lowers overhead.
His eyes travel over her once again. Sheās so young, hardly even a teenager yet, and here she is about to die. But she has toāitās either her or him. And since before her conception, he planned for her to take his placeāthat was what he conceived her for, it was her sole purpose. But since heās gotten to know her...
Since heās gotten to know her, against his better judgment and despite his plans...
āPlease, dad,ā she sobs as more tears fall.
He swallows thickly, justles the blade in his hand. After all the years, after chasing her mother who hid Ruby from him, and getting to this point, he finds heās having a difficult time enacting his final plan.
āI...ā
He always thought her eyes looked just like her motherās as they share the same color, but now... He feels like heās looking in a mirrorāRuby has her motherās color but his eyesā shape. It sends something strong and terrifying through him.
āI donāt like... Killing,ā which is true. āIām not a murderer,ā is whispered, it convincing himself more than for her comfort.
Ruby openly sobs now, finally breaking down, her small body wracking violently with it.
āIām not a murderer,ā he repeats.
Ruby was meant to be a sacrifice, and already he can sense his magic, the malevolent presence, that hungers calling for him to give it a soulāherĀ soul. His daughterās
He adjusts the blade in his loose fist, still hesitant to enact what heād been planning for years.
But why? And why now?
For the first time in what feels like to him in years, a pain strums and pulls within his chest, its sharpness rivaling the bladeās. Heās ventured and traveled for years, been bitten, and experienced close calls of being nearly poisoned, drowned, and murdered on numerous occasions, and yet this hurts just as badly if not more.
But why, he wonders, perplexed.
Before him, Ruby wails, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Every so often, she flinches, anticipating the killing blow. Her father only watches... Then begins lowering his hand.
āI canāt do it,ā he admits, too quiet for her to hear.
But giving up isnāt what he was supposed to do, and because that dark presence isnāt satisfied, it grabs a hold of his arm, wanting to drive the blade through Rubyās chest.
Startled by this additional change of coarse, he grabs his arm with his other, free hand to prevent it from acting. With eyes still closed, Ruby bawls as her father fights against his own hand.
And with that pain in his chest, his vision begins to blur due to tears that confuse him.
He stumbles back, attempting to put space between himself and his daughter, but the malevolent magicāthe same magic heās used all his life to create happiness and goodnessāgrabs him and pulls him back, his shoes slide across the floor like ice.
āNo!ā It draws his arm backāand he tries to simply drop the blade but it keeps his fingers tight around its handleāit forces him to prepare the killing blow. He fights it with all his strength, continuously stepping back only to have himself be dragged back, gripping his own sleeve, his own wrist to stop his own hand.
Hearing his scrambling, Ruby opens her eyes to see her father, who has hardly felt strong emotions towards others for years, isĀ crying. āI canāt!ā he announces to open air. āStop!ā
But heās no longer in control, and is now a slave to his own magic.
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