ruby lucas ate her first love (myownmonster) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2015-10-13 10:48:00 |
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Following the house, Ruby had taken her hermit level to compete with Jefferson. Her room was her den and her den was as far as she was willing to go. The house was comfortable with the others milling around sometimes, Ruby could deal with the mild noise to remind herself she wasn't alone, but not deal with people.
But eventually she really had to venture outwards into the horror world again.
The baseball bat that loitered in the house but never appeared to go anywhere seemed like it would be a fine addition to her arsenal, and asking Derek to join her just seemed like the double safety net. His werewolfism at least happened at will, rather than just when the moon was there. Besides, he didn't seem to mind and Ruby like his company -even if he was monosyllabic at times.
There was no need for the cloak, so Ruby stuck to the modern clothes and a jacket that she claimed from Emma's wardrobe and a scarf that apparently was hers the first time. Score. Standing out on the porch of the house, bat against her leg, Ruby just waited for Derek, somewhat apprehensive about heading out, but knowing that she'd really need to get going.