#ruby thewes

she is Yearning. she is making plans for the farm and lesbian love with Ada. she is introducing pants to women. she is okay with a threesome with Jude Law.

Ruby Thewes appreciation post

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Sally Swanger hasn’t slept right since the attacks, everyone knows it, so when she does rest Ada Monroe kisses her cheek softly, tucks her in a little more snugly and makes her way to the kitchen, leaving doors open so she might hear if Sally wakes fitful again. Ruby Thewes walks in, grumbling under her breath about insects, then louder, her voice echoing in the halls until Ada smacks her arm softly, a gentle reminder that one of them is resting. Her voice is gentler. “Tell me about the insects, love, but hush now… you’ll torment sweet Sally…” Ruby’s face softens. “No insect is worth that…” She still talks about it, all the same, all but whining with her frustration. “The bastard insects stripped the crops again… all we got is corn and sheep… and devil roosters.”

It’s obvious, when they find her, sons dead, husband dead, hands trapped and choked with rope, that the robbery had been quick and cruel. Ada’s quick to join Ruby in freeing Sally’s hands and neck, wrapping bruised and bloodied hands in clean bandage she’s torn from the sheets, her voice soft as she scoops Sally up with Ruby. “Easy now Sally, we’ve got you.” She’ll remember, in times later, how Sally’s voice used to sound. Soft and sweet and kind as anything. Sally won’t speak now, one last bitter robbery. Ada tends to her most often, quieter now than before. Losing faith in Inman had rattled her but Sally’s need for her sooths the part of her that hurts most. Ruby is constant, tending both farms, keeping them all alive and fed, tender as anything when she’s home, wrapping herself around both Sally and Ada as much as she can. She might be the least present, physically, but her love is written across their lands, clear as day.

Ruby Thewes, Cold Mountain

Ruby, Cold Mountain