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Title: Passing Glances
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Ruth/Bo Peep
Rating: G
Words: 369
Timeline: Season Four's White Out
Notes: For
writers_choice, prompt "memories".
Bo Peep surveys the farm with her usual distaste, lip curled and eyes narrowed.
Her gaze passes Ruth by, as it always does these days.
Instead she turns her attention to Ruth’s son, to David’s frustration and the ire he struggles to keep banked. Bo Peep has always loved to taunt him, to sneer and hold his chin pinched between her fingers, to tell him how very much he reminds her of his pitiful drunken wreck of a father.
And still she will not look at Ruth.
Perhaps if she did, the contempt upon her face might flicker. Perhaps there would be something softer there instead, something nostalgic. Perhaps Ruth would see the memories upon Bo Peep’s face as clearly as she sees them within her own heart, the image of their fingers tangled together, hands that were younger, before Ruth’s skin began to turn brittle from a lifetime of hard work.
Perhaps Bo Peep might remember the touch of Ruth’s lips. Perhaps she might remember what it meant to smile in a way that was earnest and sweet, not cold and cruel.
Or perhaps the change would be for the worse. Perhaps tears and anguish would replace the unfeeling stone behind her eyes.
Perhaps Bo Peep would remember the day it ended, instead of all the happier days before.
Perhaps she would remember asking Ruth to love her always, to run away with her, to be her wife. To be hers, finally, truly, completely.
Perhaps she would remember the way Ruth’s body had trembled, the way she’d shaken her head and bitten her lip. For she already knew herself to be with child, for she already knew her destiny was sealed.
Perhaps Bo Peep would not soften if their eyes met. Perhaps she would grow harder still.
Ruth still remembers that night so vividly, the way she kept her head bowed as Bo Peep left. The way she could not bear to see the damage she had done to one she loved so dearly.
Perhaps it is best Bo Peep does not look at her anymore. It is no more than she deserves, and Ruth does not know if she could ever meet that gaze and not break.
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Ruth/Bo Peep
Rating: G
Words: 369
Timeline: Season Four's White Out
Notes: For
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Bo Peep surveys the farm with her usual distaste, lip curled and eyes narrowed.
Her gaze passes Ruth by, as it always does these days.
Instead she turns her attention to Ruth’s son, to David’s frustration and the ire he struggles to keep banked. Bo Peep has always loved to taunt him, to sneer and hold his chin pinched between her fingers, to tell him how very much he reminds her of his pitiful drunken wreck of a father.
And still she will not look at Ruth.
Perhaps if she did, the contempt upon her face might flicker. Perhaps there would be something softer there instead, something nostalgic. Perhaps Ruth would see the memories upon Bo Peep’s face as clearly as she sees them within her own heart, the image of their fingers tangled together, hands that were younger, before Ruth’s skin began to turn brittle from a lifetime of hard work.
Perhaps Bo Peep might remember the touch of Ruth’s lips. Perhaps she might remember what it meant to smile in a way that was earnest and sweet, not cold and cruel.
Or perhaps the change would be for the worse. Perhaps tears and anguish would replace the unfeeling stone behind her eyes.
Perhaps Bo Peep would remember the day it ended, instead of all the happier days before.
Perhaps she would remember asking Ruth to love her always, to run away with her, to be her wife. To be hers, finally, truly, completely.
Perhaps she would remember the way Ruth’s body had trembled, the way she’d shaken her head and bitten her lip. For she already knew herself to be with child, for she already knew her destiny was sealed.
Perhaps Bo Peep would not soften if their eyes met. Perhaps she would grow harder still.
Ruth still remembers that night so vividly, the way she kept her head bowed as Bo Peep left. The way she could not bear to see the damage she had done to one she loved so dearly.
Perhaps it is best Bo Peep does not look at her anymore. It is no more than she deserves, and Ruth does not know if she could ever meet that gaze and not break.