Marth X Ruby: Alone and Together
(Beacon Academy, WAY Past Curfew)
Ruby: *THUD*
Marth: Owwwowowowowow. *rubs head* Who in the Dust—oh it's just you Rose. Uh,sorry about the accidental conk.
Ruby: Marth? What are you doing up this late at night?
Marth: *flails in panic* I was just—uh…going to get some fresh air. Yeah. That's right. Nothing like a breath of fresh midnight air to take the edge off of things.
Ruby: *glances at Marth's sword*With Falchion?
Marth: *pokes finger at Ruby in accusation* Don't even go there. I see how lovey-dovey you get looking at Crescent Rose. For all I know you probably lick it in your sleep.
Ruby: Uh ewwww. No. I can assure you that I do not lick my weapon.
Marth: *sighs* Whatever. You want the real reason I'm out here?
Ruby: No. I'm not the sort to probe. In fact I'm...I was just going back to—
Marth: *lowers head* It's because I'm worried. Worried about my team, specifically my ability to do something of merit.
Ruby: *stares*
Marth: Oh come on?! I can be melancholic too y'know? I'm not always driven by mayhem. I know what entails being in charge. I spent seven years in the ranks of the Grieils for Dust's sake! That's a good amount to time to understand that being in charge of a group as baller as Ike, Eir, and Korinna is bed-wetting pressure I'm not sure I can live up to.
Ruby: Marth?
Marth: Yes Rose?
Ruby: *sympathetic* You're not alone y'know.
Marth: Come again.
Ruby: Ever leader has doubts. Even me. Don't forget, I'm younger than everyone else in my team, even younger than you, so I have to prove that I'm not just some little kid who lucked her way into Beacon. I have to work extra-hard, and sometimes it's just frustrating, like I'm getting nowhere.
Marth: Damn. Is that what I really sound like?
Ruby: Pretty much yeah.
Marth: *puts hand on Ruby's shoulder* So guess we're both struggling to hold our teams together then.
Ruby: *grins* Uh-huh. But, you know what, I think eventually, we'll get through it.
Marth: *smiles* Alone and together.
Ruby: Alone and together.
*Epic friendship-cementing fist bump*
*sniff* *sniff* Do you smell that? Smells like CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. Has the blue haired sixteen year old swordsman and his tempestuous sword hand finally grown some soul stubble? Is this love? Or just a really wholesome interaction? Either way, I'm sure all of you appreciate this moment between leaders in the making. So keep on reading to see what's next.
