RWBY Oneshots

Riot Of Roses (Ladybug)

In celebration of the 30th chapter in this book (the irony in which today, the 30th, is my birthday) this will be a special chapter. Poetry, at my worst, based on Ruby's p.o.v.

Fast. Your moving too fast, your jaw tightened and foot pressed on the gas pedal. I ignore the wasps buzzing in my stomach, everything is a blur and we're dancing too fast to catch a breath. The earth is spinning and the only sound is the blood rushing through your ears.

Our mouths are pressed too tightly, like it was an arms race to see who blackened out first. Of course, you run your hand through my hair and tug on it just enough to loosen me and like a pianist, you make music run from my lips. Your eyes aren't focused on the road and you make a turn to a dead end.

Silence. I felt myself drowning but you said nothing, resting a hand on my thigh as we stare at the pitch black road ahead of us. A siren escaped my lips as I parted them, but your hand grips my chin too tightly and it feels like all those nights ago when we laid under the stars. It feels like a river of memories washes over me as I stare into your brown eyes, reminding me of the jagged edges of a cliff, a warning before the fall.

We're in the back seat of your Rover and you kept spilling sorry like a bust pipe, but you knew how much I fancied actions more than words. Instead, your hands are roaming every part of me, in me, out me, all around me. Just me. Your sunset kissed lips are leaving a ghostly trail all around my neck and I can't help but let a my love roll of my tongue for you. My mother’s words echo into my head. “My body’s a sacred temple of God.” I whisper to you. Looking up, you shoot me a crooked smile and gave me a throaty laugh, taunting me. “Shouldn't I be at the temple, on my knees worshiping you?” Was the only thing you said before you swallowed my heart whole.

This time, we're screaming, and its jarring. You swivel right, hitting a bump. A fire spreaded between us, poison in my tongue, knives in your eyes. We each take shots at our own insecurities, the nails on my hand digging in your skin. I scream and you cry, the windows in your car shatter, raining down on us. My face is cut and your hands are bleeding. Hours pass until you utter a word to me. “Sorry.” That was becoming your favorite word. We continue driving.

You stop driving. The doors unlock and in walks someone. I look at you, but all I see are shadows haunting your eyes and the realization clicks.