Worry and Blood [Ruby and Max; not RF]

[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me

[attr="class","naen"]A hundred times indeed. Going back and feeling the intensified anger boil inside of her again, her fingers twitching to wrap themselves around the neck of the bastards. A hundred times to go through killing people in cold blood, then desfigurating their pitiful corpses stained by their worthless souls. And another hundred times to watch the man wake up, with hope shining in his bright blue eyes, melting away the sadistic nature meant to keep only a few persons safe. It was like every time Max or Jacob showed the smallest sign of kindness, affection, shivers would shake the evil off. Was that it? One was craving attention, one trust, and the last was just lingering for affection? Love? This was so suicidal. But if you looked at each of the three's lives so far, it actually made sense. Whatever they lacked in having, now defined the reason they were fighting for each other's safety. This was bound to go downhill soon, especially if one found out the others' unknown desire.

Jacob answered in a noble way, and Red couldnt agree more. She had nothing more to add to it, and with the current look on her face, there was as much empathy as they'd ever get. A fond glare, accompanied by a small smile and care carved in her actions was the sign of a fully trusting Blackwood. One on the verge of falling down a different rabbit hole, if Madden was to express that with his words.

And there came the question, and the reciprocated care. It looked much like some sort of friend-like pity, but Ruby just couldnt bring herself to get on with her morning routine right now. Probably not tomorrow either, and not the day after. This single night could wreck her phychic so much, it only slammed reality in her face. They couldnt just go on living like this, dangerous missions, targets escaping, putting the loved ones in death's way for what? Mistakes. Stupidity. Impulse and pride. Blackwood needed to get more serious, get some sense in her head. "I'm not hungry, I usually eat later in the day." Lunch, that was. She took breakfast at 6AM, an hour after she woke up and really she just had to put together her food and pills. But today wont hurt her, because it made Jacob and Max recover. What time was it anyway, 11AM ? Around that, or something. "Two more and I'll let you rest." Ruby nodded understanding, when really she sounded a lot like a mother dealing with a kid saying he's full. When really they just want to escape food. She'd continue to feed the cop until the promise was fulfilled, and she'd carefully place the rest of the croissant back in the little package, in case the French got hungry later.

"Yeah, well, I drove us here, so that might as well be true." The blonde felt the need to joke about the truck, and she let her smile grow at the moment, before it went back to just being noticeable. "Lucius should be fine, we left him food and water, but we'll walk him a bit, dont worry. Just..rest. Get better." 'We need and love you.' If only those words would break through the one second silence, goddammit! Where's your courage?! Where's your honesty?! Are you just lacking wits right now? Well boo hoo, guess that's why you're here in the first place. There was screaming in her mind, started from nothing and coming from nowhere, like a wild fire. You could actually see for a moment on the woman's face how she was on the verge of saying something, but the sentence ended by itself.

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