Ruby (dd_ruby) wrote in diamonddogs, @ 2010-07-02 22:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | lucifer, ruby |
Who: Ruby & Lucifer
What: Returning a shirt.
When: Afternoon, two days after this.
Where: Lucifer's.
Status: Incomplete.
After leaving Lucifer's two mornings ago, Ruby had been something fairly resembling a wreck. She was having a hard time discerning how she ought to feel. On the one hand she was mortified and therefore thoroughly upset. She hadn't even gotten to say goodbye or leave the house feeling any sort of proper sense of where she stood with Lucifer. Or any proper sense of dignity. She was madder than hell at Sweet Thing for making her slink out the back without allowing her to speak to Lucifer and the only thing that she kept thinking was that even after eleven years as a prostitute, she'd never felt so much like a whore.
Of course on the other hand, she was all full of.. feelings about that night, and about Lucy; most of which she couldn't quite place or give a name to. He had called her a few hours after she'd left. She didn't answer it, not that she too obviously upset to even think of answering the phone or anything like that, but he left her a voicemail that made her hopeful of being able to look him in the eye again. It was short and a bit awkward, but he had called to make sure that she was alright. Which she wasn't, but she thought that it was very.. kind of him to check. It only encouraged her to feel more feelings. Ruby had gotten to know him in a way she way she wasn't sure many people had and had felt secure in showing a similar part of herself. And the sex was incredible. Really incredible. And in spite of herself, every time she thought of it, she couldn't help grinning. She was sure she hadn't smiled so much in years. Not in earnest, anyway. And though she would never admit it to anyone, she had slept that first night in his shirt.
The second day, she debated calling him in the morning, only to return his phonecall of course, and to let him know that she was just fine, thank you for asking, and to promise to have his shirt in the mail shortly. But by noon, she had decided that she would return it herself, washed and pressed and folded of course, and by 1:30 she was ready to walk out the door. In the back of her closet, she found a black and white sundress that she almost never wore. It struck her as too casual to wear to anything business related and she couldn't remember the last time she'd gone.. anywhere, really, that wasn't somehow tied to work. She even wore her hair mostly down, only pulling back the hair at her temples into loose twists.
When she arrived at his door, Ruby rang the doorbell and looked around from behind her sunglasses to make sure no one saw her. And because she was, perhaps, just a little bit nervous. Gripping the strap of her purse, she took a quietly panicked breath and exhaled the tension as best she could. There was no sense in psyching herself out, she knew but she couldn't help a touch of anxiety.