( Thank God this is a conversation via crystal, or she'd spontaneously gain access to the Fade just so the ground could swallow her up, probably. )
Ah, hah. That sounds like a party I'd want to go to. Something to remember for cocktail testing, maybe.
( It sounds like a party Ruby would want to go to. Sometimes it's still strange reconiling the part of her that prefers to be alone and isolated and the part that wanted to be the centre of the crowd, to be seen. Red sipped wine that one of their neighbours made, Ruby could outdrink grown men twice her size and still win a game of pool. It's strange, being two people, even without the Wolf prowling underneath the surface. )
Please, I have no illusions about my opinions really having a place. ( She says it easily and lightly, dismissive without falling into self-pity. At least, not audibly doing so. In this world her opinions had no weight or worth. Not even back in Storybrooke, where even if people had known Red and knew the part she played always remembered Ruby, first. Her opinions were like air. Her existence felt like air, sometimes, something that could be passed through with no consequence. )
But, I don't know. Isn't... I mean, frivolity can be sort of what makes life living, right? Otherwise we're just surviving, and that's not really enough. Making beautiful things is worth doing. Doing something that gives you satisfaction and peace of mind, totally worth doing. I mean, saying frivolous stuff is bad is kind of like saying food shouldn't have any flavour, right? You can survive on it, but where's the fun? Life should be fun.
( hi her opinions don't matter but she still has convictions about them )
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( Thank God this is a conversation via crystal, or she'd spontaneously gain access to the Fade just so the ground could swallow her up, probably. )
Ah, hah. That sounds like a party I'd want to go to. Something to remember for cocktail testing, maybe.
( It sounds like a party Ruby would want to go to. Sometimes it's still strange reconiling the part of her that prefers to be alone and isolated and the part that wanted to be the centre of the crowd, to be seen. Red sipped wine that one of their neighbours made, Ruby could outdrink grown men twice her size and still win a game of pool. It's strange, being two people, even without the Wolf prowling underneath the surface. )
Please, I have no illusions about my opinions really having a place. ( She says it easily and lightly, dismissive without falling into self-pity. At least, not audibly doing so. In this world her opinions had no weight or worth. Not even back in Storybrooke, where even if people had known Red and knew the part she played always remembered Ruby, first. Her opinions were like air. Her existence felt like air, sometimes, something that could be passed through with no consequence. )
But, I don't know. Isn't... I mean, frivolity can be sort of what makes life living, right? Otherwise we're just surviving, and that's not really enough. Making beautiful things is worth doing. Doing something that gives you satisfaction and peace of mind, totally worth doing. I mean, saying frivolous stuff is bad is kind of like saying food shouldn't have any flavour, right? You can survive on it, but where's the fun? Life should be fun.
( hi her opinions don't matter but she still has convictions about them )