Snow gives a small sigh through her smile and shakes her head, "Some things never change, I suppose." Its far easier to make light of the situation. Especially when it seems to be true. Why are they always on the run or under a curse or trapped or poisoned or jinxed?! After all this, didn't they deserve a break?
Well, that was why she was here, wasn't it?
To escape all that. At least for a moment.
"You look good," she tells her, after finally able to get a real, good look. She looks healthy. Unharmed. "Have you been treated well here?"
"Everything we want," she promised. As long as they keep fighting. But Ruby doesn't feel the need to remind Snow of that. It's not like either of them are going to be forgetting it any time soon.
"I haven't really been here much longer than you, anyway," she pointed out. Maybe a day or two. Long enough, though. Time without Snow was time worrying about her. Considering everything they had been through, she couldn't help but feel fear.
"Good," she decides on that as her answer. It doesn't sound permanent though; the answer that Ruby gave. She was good. They were both good. For now.
But good seemed like such a fleeting, flickering thing; . Like a small candle braving a windstorm. Just a tiny speck of light in the darkness. But at least, here and now, she and Ruby can huddle around it. Protect it. Nurture it.
"I'm glad," Snow continues. She can't even think about the alternatives right now. Doesn't want to even think about thinking about it. So she changes the subject.
"So, what are we watching?" she's actually quite curious, and she tucks her bare feet beneath her on the sofa, settling in as if it were and old habit.
It didn't matter, anyway; even if the candle went out, even if the wick got wet - because neither of them were letting go of the candle. So what if "good" ran out? They'd make it happen all over again; and again and again - until they could finally transfer the flame of that candle to a roaring fire place.
Their cabin in the woods. She still thought about it, sometimes. Without anyone trying to kill them. Without complications.
She settled herself next to Snow, arm half looping around the woman, squeezing the side. "I don't know," she admitted, glancing at the TV. "The movies aren't really like home..."
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Date: 2013-04-10 06:51 am (UTC)Well, that was why she was here, wasn't it?
To escape all that. At least for a moment.
"You look good," she tells her, after finally able to get a real, good look. She looks healthy. Unharmed. "Have you been treated well here?"
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Date: 2013-04-10 06:57 am (UTC)"I haven't really been here much longer than you, anyway," she pointed out. Maybe a day or two. Long enough, though. Time without Snow was time worrying about her. Considering everything they had been through, she couldn't help but feel fear.
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Date: 2013-04-13 07:54 am (UTC)But good seemed like such a fleeting, flickering thing; . Like a small candle braving a windstorm. Just a tiny speck of light in the darkness. But at least, here and now, she and Ruby can huddle around it. Protect it. Nurture it.
"I'm glad," Snow continues. She can't even think about the alternatives right now. Doesn't want to even think about thinking about it. So she changes the subject.
"So, what are we watching?" she's actually quite curious, and she tucks her bare feet beneath her on the sofa, settling in as if it were and old habit.
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Date: 2013-04-13 07:58 am (UTC)Their cabin in the woods. She still thought about it, sometimes. Without anyone trying to kill them. Without complications.
She settled herself next to Snow, arm half looping around the woman, squeezing the side. "I don't know," she admitted, glancing at the TV. "The movies aren't really like home..."