Have some angst...but, just know, there's a lot more of it coming next chapter. Call this a "teaser", if you will.
R- I 'gotta admit, Amber's smart.
Turning the tables from being the babysitter to making the "baby" sit...in a room for 8 hours without doing a goddamn thing.
Yeah. Smart.
It took Amber pushing me from the comfort of my bed to get me to go watch the regal.
I yelled from fright as I slipped from cover and onto the tile with a loud thud.
"Ruby~ Wake up...!" She chanted, squatting down to push the hair out of my face as I lay on the floor
I groaned loudly, pushing her wide smile out of my face with my palms, getting up to tighten my headband and situate myself; rubbing my eyes to adjust to the light.
"Good mornin'" A hummed, to which I rolled my eyes as she spoke again, crossing her arms and leaning against the bedpost "Ready for your first day on the job?" Letting out a long sigh before I spoke, my head tilted back. "What exactly am I even supposed to do all day?" I asked, shoulders bouncing up in question "Just sit in the same room as her, or what?"
Amber chuckled, extending a single loose hand and flipping it, palm up "Essentially, yeah."
I groaned, trying to extinguish the small flame beginning to flicker in the back of my throat. "I can't believe your actually making me do this..."
I began to leave the barracks, grabbing the same key that was thrown at me the day before in Amber's anxious fury; hearing her muster under her breath as I departed;
"You'll thank me later...
I realized she probably didn't expect/want me to hear her, exactly; so I answered anyway.
"No, I wont!" I yelled, turning my head so she would hear it at full volume, along with everyone else in the room. To which, of course, an annoyed scoff was directed back. Playful banter, with a hint of disdain mixed in, for good measure.
I wandered sleepily, yawning every few minutes or so as I made my way through hallway after hallway, twirling the key around my finger to ease the boredom that practically ate me alive. The trek from her room to my barracks was too long for a gem with short legs and zero patience...
Why did they put the atrium so far from the barracks? Were the royals afraid of being tainted by us or something? Jeez...
Once I got to the open space, I turned a couple times in slight awe as I walked, noticing it's artistry and enormity, of which I hadn't the day before. Guess I wasn't paying too much attention to it all. And, because of just how vast it was, it too took me a long while to travel through.
The stairs weren't any easier a task to handle, seeing as I nearly needed to use my hands in order to climb the steps. It felt like an entire cycle had passed when I finally reached the third floor.
Damn these short legs...
Room 300, the numbers read.
Before I could try to force the key into the door, it began to rise and insert itself without needing a helping hand. But, even then, was beaten-to-the-punch when the regal on the other side opened the door herself.
"Hello." She greeted, not looking down as she grabbed the lodged key and extended her hand to give it back to me.
"Yeah, Hi." I retorted, snatching it from her and shoving it in my pocket.
What I could see of her face scrunched up in response as she remained in the doorway, unmoving.
I scoffed, shifting my weight to one foot, "Are you gonna let me in or...?"
"Oh, right..."She whispered, stepping to the side to swing the door open wider, clinging to it's side.
The flooring in her room was the same as the semi-transparent crystal that made most of the walls on the ship, though this room was tinted a dark blue to match her.
It glowed persistently, being the only light source the space needed.
As I stepped in, it shifted to a deep purple color, the walls morphing from the blue, to the purple, then red, and then repeating the pattern.
Weird.
A stretched window adorned with ivory curtains took up the wall opposite the entryway, showcasing the sparkling galaxy whizzing by; underneath the area of the window, the floor was raised ever-so-slightly, almost like a small stage. Seemed more of an aesthetic thing, though. A short, skirted, alabaster bed took up another wall, A Diamond-insignia lay in the form of a rug in the center of the floor. Across from it was a hologram screen, communicator and small table, with tall white chairs on either sides of it.
The room seemed pretty standard, the only especially glamorous item being the glass chandelier that hung in the center of the ceiling, reflecting the changing colors of the walls, though delayed, remaining blue as the rest of the room morphed into the next sequence.
I hummed, assuming a seat in one of the white chairs, crossing my arms and legs as I examined the rest of the room.
I noticed, after a while, that the regal still hadn't moved from her spot, except for having closed the door behind me when I entered. Her hands were placed over one another in front of her skirt, wrinkling it with their weight. Her long aqua locks were on either sides of her chest, extending nearly to the floor as they covered the huge diamond symbol, white collar, and multi-tinted layers of her conservative dress.
She had changed from the pointy shoulder pads she wore at the meeting into the spherical, poofy ones I had first seen her in. Her apron was still long, running down most of her dark blue skirt, a small blue diamond glittering at it's end point, matching the ones on her gloves and the end seams of her shoulder pads.
Her bangs, still covering most of her face, shifted lightly as she lifted her head and looked in my direction, causing me to break from my examination to stiffen and stare back.
I sneered, shaking my head to force the heat away from my cheeks as I picked up my chair and placed it in front of the window, resuming my seat once more. This time, my head resting on one armrest and my feet propped up and dangling off of the other.
She sighed softly as I heard her hidden shoes click against the tile, followed by the sound of fabric shifting.
What a waste of my time...
S- I know why she's like this, now, but that didn't make it any easier to bear.
Especially when the visions I had because of her didn't match up to the hatred she bore towards me . Though less intense as before, still present in her demeanor.
When they bombarded me this time, however, I placed myself on the farthest side of the bed, out of her sight.
Not that she was going to actually watch me while she was here anyway...
At least I knew that I would go limp and not..well, berserk, with the visions I had lately; context as to what my disassociated reaction in reality was to be helped me plan for them.
These ones didn't take over right away like I had known them to either, slowly fading into my mind instead of jostling it.
That's new...
The faint sound of shoe hitting crystal, mixed in with giggles, sighs, and the rustle of cloth
Twist, turn, step, repeat. Twist. Turn. Step. Repeat.
A bright, consuming light.
Fleeting, gone within seconds.
Alone again.
A warmth settled in my cold hand; new and uncharted territory.
Not alone. Not anymore.
I was lying on my side when my eye shot open as I gasped (though, promptly placing my palm over my mouth to keep quiet), my bangs pulled away from their usual place by the gravitational pull of the world around me.
I sat up dizzily, turning around to place my hands on the edge of my bed, lifting my head so I could glance over at the Warrior.
She remained in the same, side seated place as before, her arm propping her head up as she glanced out the window.
I floated from my spot on the floor, resting myself in the center of the bed, staring at the wall in front of me for a moment, before turning to look at her once more.
Should I say something? I feel like I should say something...
She shifted in her chair, startling me slightly, removing her arm from its place under her chin, tucking it close to her person as she turned towards the body of the chair. Her head was now turned towards me as it lay on the armrest, her closed eyes in my line of sight, unblocked by the seat, unlike the rest of her face.
Her eyes and expression lay relaxed, as she was most likely indulging in dormancy. I couldn't help but stare, my cheeks filling with warmth.
Why her..?
My thoughts were interrupted by her eyes quickly opening, staring back at me, widening with surprise. My blush burned harder as I turned my head down.
She scoffed, sliding off the seat and onto the floor in front of it, returning her attention to the window.
Why...why her?