( The tide of magic, gentle as it is, makes her breath catch. Not with fear, though, as it might have when first she came from Storybrooke, or even as it might now, from some. Magic was a gift, but it was complicated. From Adelaide, though, it was never a threat, never would be, and it's more the sentiment behind the magic, the intent, that does it.
The blush persists, and she shakes her head a little in that shy way that belongs to people who aren't quite sure what to do in the face of sincere affection. )
You're ridiculous. ( Very gently, and very quietly, and beyond all that so incredibly adoringly, as she leans down to catch Adelaide with another kiss. One of her hands curls into Adelaide's hair, the fingers of the other counting over her ribs, and Ruby lets her teeth drag very slightly over Adelaide's lip before she murmurs against her mouth, ) Totally ridiculous.
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The blush persists, and she shakes her head a little in that shy way that belongs to people who aren't quite sure what to do in the face of sincere affection. )
You're ridiculous. ( Very gently, and very quietly, and beyond all that so incredibly adoringly, as she leans down to catch Adelaide with another kiss. One of her hands curls into Adelaide's hair, the fingers of the other counting over her ribs, and Ruby lets her teeth drag very slightly over Adelaide's lip before she murmurs against her mouth, ) Totally ridiculous.