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This is an Independent role-play blog for Red Riding Hood/Ruby Lucas from Once Upon a Time.
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It was an odd feeling; and indeed Red did gasp. Giving someone their heart back was quite the experience – but then knowing that they were feeling pain, even in such a moment that must have made them happy --- well, Red couldn't imagine what he was going through. She knew that she had never been without her heart, or had it taken or given back. Pulling her hands away when his heart was back in his body and he jolted away from her gasping. Red moved her hands to her sides and readjusted her cloak and kept her weaponry well concealed. She had her sword and her bow and arrows, but neither of them she would intend on using against the Huntsman. As he had said; their purpose was one and the same. They would save Snow. “You're welcome,” She smiled softly – it wasn't a smile that she could remember using before. It was almost timid. There was something that she had to do throughout all this. That was not to let her head go off and to just follow her heart. She could easily get herself into trouble if she did that. She didn't know this Huntsman and although they both had the same goal and both knew, and to a degree loved Snow, she had to be careful. He was still the Queen's Huntsman.
“I think,” She turned to look around the cliff and the view ahead of them. They were certainly far away from where she thought of, but it wasn't far away. A day's walk if that, just as long as she could get them there in a quicker route than the wolf pack and the Queen, that was what was important. “I know where we can find Snow.” The last time she had met Snow she had mentioned about an Inn in King Midas' realm. Whilst Snow had remained known to the people as a bandit, she had also learned how to conceal her identity and was staying there for safety. Red moved her hand to the box that had once held his heart and began to put it in with her belongings that she kept together in a secure blanket. They could use that to fool the Queen. But Red wasn't sure Regina would be so easily fooled. Just because she managed to get the box away from her, didn't mean that she wouldn't be able to tell there was nothing inside. “How are you travelling on foot?”
The Hunter and the Wolf | Huntsman & Red
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“Hmm?” Ruby flipped through the pages of the paper with genuine interest. Only, there was nothing eyecatching and so she scrunched up her nose and folded it over and placed it on her lap. Moving her arm against the back of the sofa, she tilted her head and looked at the blonde. “Dunno,” She tilted her head. “TV guides over here,” The brunette placed her feet back on the floor and began to reach over to where the magazine for the television listings were. “What re-runs anyway, nothing interesting is ever on this early.” Not that Ruby knew. Most of the time by now she would be working away at the diner feeling like her grandmother agreed with child labour. Not that she would call herself a child; but Granny might have. Tilting her head, her long hair, wavy from not being brushed yet, fell over her face as she scrunched up her face and blew the red and brown streaks from her eyes. “What's up, Em? Still half asleep?”
“Hmm?”
Ruby flipped through the pages of the paper with genuine interest. Only, there was nothing eyecatching and so she scrunched up her nose and folded it over and placed it on her lap. Moving her arm against the back of the sofa, she tilted her head and looked at the blonde. “Dunno,” She tilted her head. “TV guides over here,” The brunette placed her feet back on the floor and began to reach over to where the magazine for the television listings were. “What re-runs anyway, nothing interesting is ever on this early.” Not that Ruby knew. Most of the time by now she would be working away at the diner feeling like her grandmother agreed with child labour. Not that she would call herself a child; but Granny might have. Tilting her head, her long hair, wavy from not being brushed yet, fell over her face as she scrunched up her face and blew the red and brown streaks from her eyes. “What's up, Em? Still half asleep?”
in a summer haze|au|justanorphan
Emma woke up with a start that morning, her heart hammering in her chest. She was hesitant at first, not liking the unsettling feeling in the pits of her stomach. Slowly she threw her legs over the edge of the bed and padded forward, approaching the window. Pushing aside the curtain, she peered out, taking in the foggy environment. “No…,” she breathed out, all too knowing. Hastily she stepped out of the room and hurried down the stairs, ignoring Ruby at first. Crouching before the TV, she flicked it on, sparing a glance toward the clock to check the time. The morning news appeared on the screen, though the date read as ’ April 6th ‘. Last she checked, April 6th was yesterday. Rising to her feet, Emma turned to face the waitress, making a face of clear confusion. “What the hell?” She breathed out, clapping her hands on her thighs. “Think they’re playing re-runs in hopes we won’t notice it?” It was clear she was trying to make a joke out of it, but she had no idea how well she was pulling it off. Maybe she was just over-thinking things. She had just woken up from a bad nightmare and she was just lucky she did not wake up screaming. Her night terrors were far and few in between, but they did happen. Maybe she was just still shaken up, that had to be it, right?
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So that was how Snow had gotten away from the Evil Queen the first time around? The Huntsman saved her life – and in return more or less gave up his own? Not only that, but his heart. Which was beating there in that box and Red could only imagine what it must have been like standing there, talking to her, with his heart right there. Well, actually, no she couldn't – because apparently without his heart the Huntsman couldn't feel anything. {Yoo must fin' Snow an' warn her. She is not safe. No matter how well hidden.} But, it had been a long time since Red had last seen Snow. At least a couple of weeks – she joined Snow every month, mostly during wolfstime. It got Red away from the village and the angry mobs, and at the same time it gave her the time to visit Snow in the forest and see how she was doing. Normally informing her about what was going on in the castle and Prince David's upcoming wedding. Only, Red knew the Huntsman was right. The wolves knew how to hunt – they would get to Snow in a heartbeat, as fast as Red could --- having the same abilities. Only, they didn't have the skills that Red had and the knowledge. She knew where Snow most likely would be. And, after all, when the shewolf wanted something, she didn't give up until she had it.
There was only one thing that she could do now before she left on her mission to save her best friend. She moved down towards the box that held the Huntsman's heart and tenderly took out the organ, scared that if she dropped it or handled it roughly she would cause him pain. “And what of your heart?” Gosh, it felt weird to hold his heart in her hands. She had never done anything so personal to anyone before. To literally be able to say you held someone's heart in your hands, it sounded almost romantic – but she threw that from her mind. The whole reason that the Huntsman's heart wasn't in his body wasn't a romantic thing at all. Turning to him, she moved his heart towards his chest and whispered whilst looking up at him, “Will it not serve a better purpose when reunited with its proper owner?” Red kept her hands against his chest, his heart held between her palms as she looked at him, waiting for indication to assist – or just permission to go ahead and push the organ where it belonged. With the Huntsman --- and not with the Queen.
The Hunter and the Wolf | Huntsman & Red
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in a summer haze|au|justanorphan
AU IDEA: a family is stuck in a house, surrounded by fog, living the same day over and over again, and they cannot leave the house... But they don't even realize this, except for PERSON A ... And no matter how many times PERSON A has explained this, they don't believe it, and they never remember because as soon as they go to bed, everything resets... But PERSON A doesn't reset...
Moving the curtain back Ruby looked outside at the town.
Or what should have been the town. It didn't seem like she was going to be leaving anytime soon, that was for sure. She sighed and pressed her forehead into the glass of the window before dropping the net curtain back over the glass and looked over her shoulder.
“Was it this foggy when you got up?” The brunette questioned as she turned around properly and made her way over to the sofa and dropped down to get comfortable. Hopefully this meant she wouldn't have to take her shift at the diner. No one in their right mind were going to go out in that. Although if she was driven around the bend by Granny then nothing said that Ruby wouldn't have tried.
Meh, picking up the newspaper that was lying on the table, she moved her feet and made the table into a footstool and opened the parchment over her legs and looked over the daily events --- however, she was only really paying attention to the pictures. “So much for painting the town red.”
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—— Just remember who I am in the morning
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Her green eyes remained on the heart in the box. It was something she wasn't expecting; Snow had never mentioned the Huntsman that had saved her life. Red knew that she was on the run and in exile. It was hard not to know that when you spent the good part of a year or so running from the Queen's guard to keep safe. The princess had been hiding in her family's chicken coop when Red had found her in the first place. Then they went off to defend not only Snow but herself; to save herself from being discovered as a werewolf. She had gone as far as to have killed her own mother to defend Snow. Now the pack that she had dishonoured were in trouble and Red couldn't help them. They most likely would kill her, turn on one of their own – an eye for an eye, or such. It made Red's blood boil and made her feel guilty. Not that it would have been the first time that she would have felt guilty. {Th'queen's target was never th'village. It's Snow White. Th'silver mines are just a means t'an end.} She felt her breath catch in her throat. Her eyes searched the Huntsman's face all over again. They stole the silver in the mines to gain control of Snow White. The Queen was going to use the wolves to find Snow and kill her? She couldn't think straight, she felt horrible – like she was partly to blame. This was her mother's pack, after all.
“Oh no, poor Snow...” Her best friend. The girl who showed her that it was alright to be who she was. Her grandmother wanted her to be human, to hide and conceal the wolf. Her mother wanted her to be a wolf and to stop feeling like a human --- Snow, Snow showed her it was okay to be both. She wouldn't be there and who she was right then if it wasn't for Snow White. A protective streak had come over Red when it came to Snow, and already she felt her hands tightening against her red cloak. She needed to do what she could to save Snow – to defend her from the Queen. She didn't trust Regina, and Red was sure she never would. They needed to defeat her; they needed to save Snow.
The Hunter and the Wolf | Huntsman & Red
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“Careful you don't slip,”
The waitress pointed towards one of the booths in the diner, showing there was a spill of coffee over the tiles on the floor. Ruby grabbed a mop from the corner behind the counter. “I'll be with you in a sec,” Why did Granny have to give the other waitress the morning off --- Ruby felt like she was the only one in.
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“Hey, no worries;” The brunette smiled as she looked towards Erin. Looks like she hit her head harder than she thought. Ruby didn't really have any first aid experience, but maybe Granny or someone back at the diner had some ideas. Maybe a drink of water was all she needed though. “Come on,” Ruby moved her arm around Erin's to give her a little support and began to head back to the diner.
"Who did this?"
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The shewolf's lips turned from a forced smile into a frown. She rolled her green eyes and groaned underneath her breath, she knew that Emma was right --- but Ruby just didn't want to say that. Emma had seen Ruby at her most vulnerable under the curse, she had seen Ruby when she thought she wasn't good enough to do other things. Even the things she appeared good at, she took the compliments and threw them back.
“Maybe I'm hoping leaving her to stew will make her punishment less severe?” Ruby knew that the punishments would only be something like work the Saturday late shift or Sunday early shift, ruining her weekend --- it wasn't like the old woman could ground her anymore. “Hang out,” Her head snapped up and a smile crossed her lips, not forced, completely genuine. Nodding her head she looked around the Sheriff's station. “Hanging out I can do.” “You must be bored outta your brain then,” The wolf replied as she moved her hands to her hips and wondered what it was like to be sheriff and have nothing to do. It was like that in Storybrooke she supposed. Apart from the Evil Queens, adventures to other worlds, loss of memories, and everything else --- little crimes didn't seem to happen.
Emma gave Ruby a look, leaning back in her chair.
”You know, it’d be a lot easier to make up with Granny if you didn’t run over here every time you fought.”
But she really didn’t mind. She enjoyed Ruby’s company, and she had helped out a lot the last time. “There’s not much going on right now, but you’re welcome to hang out.”
#storybrookeswan#para: storybrookeswan I#v; a chance to start over#[ahhh how was vacation? I know it was a couple of weeks now but xD]
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{The answer is in t'box yoo now carry.}
The brunette looked towards where she hid the box and rushed towards it, pulling it up into her grasp and flipped the lid open. What was inside was something she didn't expect. Why would she have expected there to be a heart in the box? “It's... a heart.” She may have stuttered but Red was surprised – shocked – she just didn't expect there to be a heart there. His heart? So the heart belonged to the Huntsman – and without it he didn't have free will, the Queen controlled him and his actions? And here she was saying that he was part of her plans with his own free will and wanted to do that. It was a horrible thing to do, but to have no control over it? That was terrible. Red lifted her head. She just couldn't hold the box any more, placing it on the ground at the edge of the cliff, her green eyes focused on the beating organ, glistening and glowing in red. All of his free will, the ability to do what he wanted – to feel – right there. Her eyes turned to the Huntsman who was climbing, impressively, up the side of the cliff, she just tried to stay focused. He had mentioned someone though... Snow White. Still, she brushed that from her mind, something was off about that. Without his heart, he said that he didn't have free will – that he couldn't do what he wanted to do. But that made little sense to the she-wolf. She stayed where she was, standing across from the Huntsman when he found his feet; but also made it known that she wasn't going to let him run off with his heart, not when she still had her doubts. Snow White was her best friend and she couldn't let anything happen to her.
“But you defended me when I attacked the Queen.” It was something that made her curious. Why would he defend her, the wolf that attacked the Evil Queen, who was his mistress. She would have been performing treason, shouldn't the Huntsman have killed her on order, not save her from Adair and let her escape?
The Hunter and the Wolf | Huntsman & Red
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Jamie Dornan @ New Worlds Episode 01
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