Feb 07, 2008 00:00
She wants a lot. Most of it's not nice. Her Christmas List goes to Satan, not Santa. She has a million ways to be cruel and they're color coded and categorized and carved in bone. She is the boogeyman, the bone-setter, but her sickness is in her smile, her hands, her body and soul.
She has faith. She has faith in Sam, faith in Dean, faith in humanity. She makes a difference in the ways she knows how, and she'll never be broken. She isn't one to take prisoners- if you get on her bad side, she'll let you know at the point of her very sharp, very shiny, demon killing knife.
She's like the veteran of the war nobody ever talks about. She's seen things, she's done things and she's worn down and tired- but she isn't one to whine. She's a demon, and secrets are her speciality. She shouldacouldawoulda done something to fix it, if only she'd known. If only. That's her midnight mantra.
She's the Devil's little sister; warm, soft and a little bit tragic. She's a little crazy. She likes provoking people until they (try to) kill her. But she likes watching, too. She's part voyeur, part conniseur of violence, but mostly she's just Ruby.
[prompt] february,
[verse] open,
[entry] narrative,
[community] theatrical_muse