[the flicker in ange's eyes is enough to take anna off guard.]
[she should be paying attention to ruby. ruby is the one attacking her, ruby is the one who's an active threat right now, but she sees the gold disappear if only for a couple frames in this horrible movie scene that is her life, like a projector that's long outlived its usefulness and belongs in the scrap heap. she takes a stake to the side, then another, and she's twisting around to try to avoid this barrage of lilliputian bullshit machines that ruby has turned herself into inside ange's imagined paradise, and she ends up—extremely unceremoniously—on the ground.]
[she's looking up and wincing in pain as the scent of her own blood and motor oil fills her nose. her hair is curtaining around her, and she can't even bring herself to realize that some of the wounds she's taken match the ones from the sleeper farm exactly. she was an idiot to not immediately reach for her sword the second ruby showed up; the closest she's gotten is one hand wrapped around the tsuba, the metal handguard rubbing roughly against her own metal palm, her arm bent around her back and her elbow pointing above her head. she glares through the only eye she has left.]
I would do anything for Kainé, but you're taking this too far, Ruby. You're a person. You're not her fucking furniture.
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[she should be paying attention to ruby. ruby is the one attacking her, ruby is the one who's an active threat right now, but she sees the gold disappear if only for a couple frames in this horrible movie scene that is her life, like a projector that's long outlived its usefulness and belongs in the scrap heap. she takes a stake to the side, then another, and she's twisting around to try to avoid this barrage of lilliputian bullshit machines that ruby has turned herself into inside ange's imagined paradise, and she ends up—extremely unceremoniously—on the ground.]
[she's looking up and wincing in pain as the scent of her own blood and motor oil fills her nose. her hair is curtaining around her, and she can't even bring herself to realize that some of the wounds she's taken match the ones from the sleeper farm exactly. she was an idiot to not immediately reach for her sword the second ruby showed up; the closest she's gotten is one hand wrapped around the tsuba, the metal handguard rubbing roughly against her own metal palm, her arm bent around her back and her elbow pointing above her head. she glares through the only eye she has left.]
I would do anything for Kainé, but you're taking this too far, Ruby. You're a person. You're not her fucking furniture.