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Ruby Armstrong had always thought the world would end in fire. Molten lava, choking ash, the earth splitting beneath her feet — that was the sort of destruction she could measure and predict. She’d faced it head-on, adrenaline steady in her veins, because fire and chaos made sense to her. They were challenges she could calculate, problems she could solve.

But she hadn’t predicted the silence that came afterward.

No SOMBRA. No conspiracies. No chaos tugging her into their orbit. Just… quiet.

And she wasn’t sure she liked it.

The quiet settled into her bones as she walked home from the university. She had taken a lecturing post, telling herself stability was good, that it was time to build something solid. She wore sensible shoes, carried a battered leather satchel filled with student papers, and nodded politely at colleagues in hallways. From the outside, it was a normal life. Respectable.

But Ruby wasn’t used to normal. Stability felt like a shirt that didn’t quite fit — too stiff, too tight around the shoulders. She found herself noticing little things too sharply: the squeak of a bicycle brake, the drip-drip of a leaky gutter, the way her shadow stretched unnaturally long against the pavement. Quiet like this made her restless. She told herself she had earned it, that calm was a gift — but she couldn’t shake the feeling she was just drifting. The late afternoon sun painted the city in muted golds and purples. A soft breeze rustled crisp autumn leaves, carrying the faint tang of paint, wet asphalt, and the faint smell of roasted chestnuts from a street vendor just a block away. Somewhere in the distance, a bus rumbled past, brakes squealing softly. A man in a business suit strode by with a phone to his ear, not looking up once. Ruby slowed her pace, savoring the atmosphere, though the silence underneath it all pressed uncomfortably against her.

That was when she found the mural.

It sprawled across the side of a cracked brick building, half-finished but alive in a way the rest of the street wasn’t. Bursts of color — reds, blues, golds — washed across the wall like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. Shapes curled and twisted, not yet fully formed, but hinting at something vast, alive, and brimming with emotion. Ruby stopped mid-step.

She had seen crime scenes, scientific anomalies, even volcanoes that tore landscapes apart, but nothing had ever stilled her in quite this way. The mural wasn’t finished, but it had heart, and that mattered more than precision.

A woman stood in front of it, brush in hand, posture careful and deliberate. Honey-blonde hair tumbled in soft curls, some strands escaping the braid that framed her freckled face. Bright blue eyes flicked toward Ruby, warm and curious, catching the evening light like sunlight through glass. She wore a soft, paint-stained sweater and jeans splattered with streaks of color, sneakers scuffed from hours of walking and painting. Her movements were almost hesitant, as though each brushstroke needed permission, yet there was a quiet grace in the way she worked.

Ruby lingered longer than she meant to. She noticed the slight tilt of the woman’s head when she studied a streak of blue, the way her lips curved in a tiny, self-conscious smile whenever she painted over a mistake. She caught how her sweater sleeves were pushed up unevenly, leaving one wrist bare and smudged with red paint, the other hidden in wool.

The woman shifted, brushing a curl back from her face with the back of her wrist, leaving a faint streak of yellow paint on her temple. Her eyes widened when she noticed Ruby watching.

“Oh,” she said softly, voice like the brush of silk, “sorry. It’s not really finished yet.”

Ruby blinked. “Why are you apologizing?” Her curiosity had fully piqued now.

The woman gave a small laugh, nervous but light. “Because it’s not… good yet. I don’t usually like people watching while I work.” She bit her lip, eyes flicking back to the wall as though embarrassed by its incompleteness.

Ruby tilted her head, studying the mural again. “Looks pretty damn good to me.”

The woman’s eyes widened, and a faint pink spread across her cheeks. “You… think so?”

Ruby folded her arms. “I’ve stared down volcanoes. Trust me. That wall doesn’t scare me nearly as much as you seem to think it should.”

A laugh slipped out of her — warmer this time, musical. She set her brush into a jar with a soft clink. “Well… thank you. That’s kind of you to say.” She paused, then added almost shyly, “I’m Alicia. Alicia Frost.”

Ruby blinked at the name but forced herself not to comment on it yet. She needed to measure this, gauge her reaction. “Ruby Armstrong,” she said, stepping forward to offer her hand. Years of handshakes with detectives, scientists, and criminals alike had trained her grip to be firm, but she softened it at the last moment.

Alicia’s hand was warm, her skin dotted with specks of blue and yellow paint. She gave Ruby a smile that was hesitant but radiant, the sort that reached her eyes and made Ruby’s chest feel unexpectedly light.

“So,” Ruby said, releasing her hand, “why this wall?”

Alicia glanced back at the mural, then lowered her eyes. “It was ugly. Cracked, gray, falling apart. Everyone passed it without even looking. I thought maybe if I gave it some color, people would stop walking past it like it was already dead.”

Ruby felt something twist in her chest. “You’re not worried about what people think?”

Alicia bit her lip, her freckles darkening as her cheeks flushed pink. “Every day. I worry they’ll hate it. That it’s not worth looking at. That I’m not…” She trailed off, shrugging.

Ruby studied her, struck by the honesty. Most people Ruby knew hid their insecurities behind ambition or bravado. Alicia just laid hers bare — unpolished, unarmored, and real.

“You’re wrong,” Ruby said at last. “People should look. It’s worth it.”

Alicia blinked, almost as if no one had ever said that to her. “You sound very sure.”

Ruby shrugged, a wry smile tugging at her lips. “Science is about certainty. Art’s not my field, but I know when something makes me stop in my tracks.”

Alicia laughed softly, ducking her head. A curl slipped loose from her braid, and she pushed it back with paint-streaked fingers. Ruby’s eyes followed the gesture more intently than she meant to.

For a long moment, silence stretched between them. The air smelled of paint thinner and wet brick, mingled with the crispness of fallen leaves. A car hummed past in the distance. Somewhere, a bird darted between lampposts. The faint sound of a street performer’s violin drifted toward them, adding a gentle soundtrack to the quiet moment.
Ruby’s pulse felt louder than all of it. She could watch her forever, and she suspected she might. There was something magnetic about the way she worked, the delicate sway of her braid, the tiny furrow of concentration between her brows. She was small, shy, yet stubbornly brave, and Ruby felt a curious warmth in her chest she hadn’t felt in months.

“Would you…” Alicia hesitated, chewing her lip. “Would you like to see it when it’s finished?”

Ruby’s instinct was to decline — safer to keep her distance, safer to stay in her quiet little bubble. But the words caught in her throat. Instead, she found herself saying, “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Alicia’s smile bloomed, shy but luminous, lighting up the mural and the street alike. “Then I’ll keep working on it.”

Ruby nodded, shifting the strap of her satchel on her shoulder. She should leave — papers to grade, dinner to cook, the routine she had chosen. But she lingered, watching her hands move with delicate precision as she picked up the brush again.

She noticed the way Alicia stepped back after each stroke, narrowing her eyes to study the mural, then leaning forward again with renewed purpose. The small furrow between her brows when she concentrated. The gentle sway of her braid against her back as she tilted her head. The subtle smudge of blue paint on her cheek made her look almost ethereal in the sunset.

Ruby’s chest tightened, a warmth spreading through her she hadn’t expected.

She smirked faintly. “You know, you’d make the world stop in its tracks if you wanted to.”

Alicia blinked, startled. “I… I don’t know about that.”

“I do,” Ruby said simply. “And I think I’m going to watch and see if you prove me right.”

Alicia gave another soft laugh, cheeks pink, paint-smudged hands fluttering awkwardly as though she didn’t know what to do with them. Ruby felt that flutter in her chest again — lighter, sharper, more alive.

“See you around,” Ruby said finally, forcing herself to turn away.

“See you,” Alicia replied, her voice soft and musical, carrying on the evening breeze like a secret promise.

Ruby walked slowly, glancing back once more. The mural glowed in the fading light, bright and defiant against the dull brick. And Alicia — small, shy, stubbornly brave — glowed just as fiercely.

She couldn’t help herself. She paused halfway down the block and studied Alicia again, noting the delicate way she dabbed her brush into the paint jar, the almost imperceptible tilt of her head as she measured the wall, the little sigh she gave whenever a stroke didn’t go as planned. There was a rhythm to it, a gentle ebb and flow, and Ruby felt unexpectedly mesmerized. She knew she should walk away, let Alicia finish in peace, but instead her feet rooted themselves to the pavement.

Ruby caught the faintest curve of Alicia’s lips as she concentrated, a small, self-conscious smile that made Ruby’s chest ache in the most unfamiliar but not unpleasant way. She noticed the way Alicia’s fingers lingered on the brush, brushing stray curls back from her face, leaving tiny smudges of paint on her cheek, her wrist, even the cuff of her sweater. Every small movement seemed deliberate yet unassuming, and Ruby realized she was studying her like she did rocks at a volcano site — every detail mattered, and yet, somehow, it wasn’t about solving anything. It was about noticing, about being present.

She felt a faint smile tug at her own lips and allowed herself a quiet thought she would never admit aloud: she wanted to see more. More strokes, more splashes of color, more small glimpses of this woman in her world. She didn’t know why it mattered so much, but it did, and the thought made her feel… lighter than she had in months.
The wind stirred, carrying the faint scent of wet paint and autumn leaves. Somewhere, a child laughed in the distance, and a pigeon cooed from a nearby rooftop. Ruby could hear the soft scrape of brush against brick, the careful inhalation and exhalation of concentration, and she felt a strange, comforting pulse of calm mixed with anticipation. It was unlike anything she had expected from an ordinary evening.

She lingered a moment longer, allowing the image of Alicia to imprint in her mind: the faint freckles dusting her cheeks, the bright blue eyes catching the sunlight, the tiny curl that constantly threatened to escape her braid. Ruby felt a curious sense of protection for this stranger she had barely met. She wanted to know her story, to understand the woman beneath the shy exterior, to witness the magic she brought to everything she touched.

With one last glance, Ruby turned to leave. But as she walked away, she found herself replaying the moment over and over in her mind: the way Alicia’s hand had brushed her hair, the nervous laughter, the shy but luminous smile. She realized with a small, secret thrill that she was already looking forward to the next time she would see her.
Her thoughts drifted toward possibilities — perhaps she could pass by again when the mural was finished. Perhaps she could find an excuse to speak to her. Perhaps she could learn the rhythm of her days, the little gestures that made Alicia who she was. And in that quiet, unassuming desire, Ruby felt a spark of something unfamiliar but not unwelcome: anticipation, curiosity, and maybe… hope.

The sun finally dipped below the rooftops, leaving the mural glowing in the dimming light. Ruby adjusted the strap of her satchel and walked on, each step lighter than before, carrying the faint echo of a laugh, the brush of a hand, and the luminous promise of color she couldn’t wait to see again.

For the first time in months, Ruby felt her world tilt, restless and alive. She didn’t know what it meant yet, but she knew one thing for certain: she wanted to see her again.

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The next afternoon, Ruby found herself wandering down the same side street with more purpose than she cared to admit. She wasn’t usually the type to loiter, or to let curiosity dictate her schedule, but she had promised herself she would see the mural again. More than that, she wanted to see the woman who had brought it to life.

The city smelled of wet pavement and roasted chestnuts, faint smoke curling from a nearby café, mingling with the tang of autumn leaves. A soft wind tousled Ruby’s short hair, brushing her cheeks with a chill that made her pull her jacket tighter. Her steps slowed as she approached the wall, anticipation tingling in her chest.

And there she was.

Alicia was crouched near the base of the mural, adding delicate swirls of turquoise to a corner that had seemed almost empty yesterday. Her sweater sleeves were rolled up haphazardly again, one wrist bare and streaked with paint. Her curly hair had escaped the braid entirely, falling across her forehead in soft waves. She hummed to herself quietly, brushing a few stray curls from her face with a paint-streaked hand, and Ruby felt an inexplicable pull in her chest.

Alicia looked up suddenly, blue eyes widening in surprise as she met Ruby’s gaze. “Oh! You’re… back.” Her voice was soft, hesitant, almost as if she were uncertain whether Ruby was welcome.

“I told you I’d see it finished,” Ruby said with a small smirk, stepping closer. “Can’t let you get away without supervision.”

A delicate laugh, a mix of shyness and amusement, escaped her. “Supervision, huh? I didn’t know my mural needed one.”

Ruby leaned casually against the wall beside the street, keeping a careful distance so as not to startle her. “Not exactly supervision. Just… observation.” She tilted her head, studying the way Alicia’s fingers moved as she dipped the brush in paint. “But now that I think about it, there might be a lot to supervise. You seem… very thorough.”

Alicia gave a small shrug, cheeks pink. “I like it to be… right. Or at least as right as I can make it.” She glanced down at the section she had just painted and muttered something under her breath that Ruby couldn’t quite catch. Then she smiled faintly, lifting her eyes again. “I’m… glad you came back.”

Ruby’s chest tightened at the words, and she let herself smile. “Me too. I was curious to see if it would be as… alive as yesterday.”

Alicia’s fingers paused mid-stroke. “Alive?”

Ruby nodded, tilting her head toward the mural. “Yes. It’s… it feels like it’s moving. Like it wants to tell a story.” She noticed how Alicia’s lips curved just slightly, the tiniest self-conscious smile, before she ducked her head again and resumed painting. “It’s… you. Somehow, it’s you.”

Alicia froze for just a heartbeat, brush hovering in midair. “Me?”

Ruby’s grin widened. “Yes, you. The way you handle the colors, the care in every stroke… It’s very… gentle. Thoughtful.” She watched the way Alicia’s blue eyes flicked up at her, uncertain and pink-cheeked. “I like it.”

Alicia laughed softly, barely above a whisper. “You really like watching me paint, huh?”

Ruby shrugged, though she felt the warmth spread through her chest. “I didn’t think I would, but… yes. I think I do.” She noticed Alicia’s fingers gripping the brush a little tighter, the faint flicker of a blush across her cheeks. “You make it… easy to pay attention.”

Alicia’s lips parted slightly, but she looked away, brushing a stray curl back from her forehead with a trembling hand. “I… I’m not usually very confident about my work. People often say it’s… messy or amateurish.”

Ruby stepped a little closer, careful to keep her tone gentle. “Messy? Hardly. It’s… alive. And confident in its own way. Just like you.”

For a moment, the only sounds were the scrape of brush on brick and the soft rustling of leaves in the wind. Ruby watched her intently, noticing the tiny twitch of her fingers, the way her eyes narrowed in concentration, the faint bite of her lip. “You’re… fascinating,” Ruby said quietly.

Alicia’s head jerked up at that, eyes wide, blue orbs sparkling with surprise and something softer, more vulnerable. “I… I’m not sure I… I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything,” Ruby replied with a soft smile. “Just… keep painting. I like watching.”

Alicia’s blush deepened, and she looked down at the mural again, her hands trembling just slightly as she dipped the brush in paint. Ruby noticed it all, from the gentle furrow of her brows to the faint hum that left her lips when she focused. And with each moment, Ruby felt her chest tighten, a curious warmth spreading through her.

Ruby leaned against the wall, watching Alicia work, and couldn’t help but notice the faint smile that tugged at the corners of her lips whenever a stroke turned out the way she wanted. Every time Alicia stepped back to study the mural, Ruby felt a little flutter in her chest, almost like anticipation, almost like a private thrill at being there, a witness to something intimate and personal.

“You really take your time with every little detail, don’t you?” Ruby asked, tilting her head.

Alicia glanced at her, a blush warming her cheeks. “I… I like to get it right. Or at least as right as I can. It’s silly, I know.”

Ruby shook her head, smirking slightly. “No, it’s… kind of admirable. Most people would slap some color on and call it done. But you… you care. And it shows.”

Alicia’s brush wavered for a moment as she glanced down at her work, then back at Ruby. “Do you… really think so?”

Ruby nodded, taking a small step closer, careful not to crowd her. “Absolutely. I don’t say that lightly.” She caught the way Alicia’s fingers tightened on the brush, the tiny bite of her lip, and the warmth in her chest spread just a little further. “You’ve got a gift.”

Alicia’s lips parted slightly, and she looked away, brushing a curl from her face with a paint-streaked hand. “I… I don’t always feel like it. Sometimes I worry it’s not good enough.”

Ruby raised an eyebrow. “Not good enough?” She let a grin tug at her lips. “Do you know how many people would kill to paint like that? To make colors come alive the way you do?”

Alicia’s blue eyes met hers again, wide and uncertain, and she let out a quiet laugh. “You make it sound like I’m some kind of genius or something.”

“You are,” Ruby said firmly. “Even if you don’t see it yourself.”

Alicia’s blush deepened, and she ducked her head to continue painting, her fingers trembling just slightly. Ruby noticed the faint scrape of her brush against the wall, the soft hum that escaped her lips when she concentrated, the delicate tilt of her head. Everything about her felt deliberate, careful, and yet effortless.

Ruby’s pulse quickened, a warmth blooming in her chest she hadn’t felt in months. “You know,” she said softly, “I could watch you paint all day and not get bored.”

Alicia froze mid-stroke, blue eyes flicking up to meet hers. “All day?” Her voice was a whisper, shy and almost disbelieving.

Ruby shrugged with a small grin. “Yeah. You’re… fascinating to watch. In a very… calming way. And not in a boring way.”

Alicia tilted her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Calming, huh? I never thought anyone would describe me like that.”

“Maybe because you don’t notice it yourself,” Ruby said. She watched as Alicia’s fingers traced a careful line across the wall, the paint glimmering in the fading sunlight. “But it’s true. You make this place… brighter.”

Alicia’s blush deepened, and she let out a soft laugh. “You really have a way with words.”

Ruby smirked. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just being honest.” She stepped a little closer, careful to keep a polite distance, but close enough to notice the subtle shimmer of paint on Alicia’s lashes, the way her braid bounced slightly as she moved. “You’re… incredible.”

Alicia’s lips parted, blue eyes wide, and she glanced down at the mural again. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything,” Ruby said with a soft smile. “Just… keep painting. I like watching.”

Alicia’s hands trembled slightly as she dipped the brush in the jar of turquoise paint, then she looked up again, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “You make it… hard to concentrate, you know that?”

Ruby chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. “Good. That’s the point.”

The two shared a brief moment of quiet, filled only with the scrape of brush against brick, the soft rustle of leaves in the wind, and the gentle hum of the city around them. Ruby noticed the faint streak of paint on Alicia’s wrist, the way her curls caught the light, the small movements that made her seem both fragile and strong at the same time.

Ruby found herself leaning closer, her curiosity and admiration mixing with something warmer, something more personal. “You know,” she said softly, “I didn’t expect to find someone like this in the middle of the city. Someone… real. Someone who makes things feel… alive.”

Alicia looked up, blue eyes wide and blinking. “You… really think that?”

Ruby nodded, smiling gently. “I do. And I want to see more. If you’ll let me.”

Alicia’s blush deepened, and she gave a small, shy nod. “Then… I’ll keep painting.”

Ruby watched her for a moment longer, memorizing the little details — the paint on her fingers, the careful tilt of her head, the faint curve of her lips when she thought no one was looking. “You know,” Ruby said, stepping a little closer, “I think this mural is going to be amazing. And it’s not just the colors… it’s you.”

Alicia’s breath hitched slightly, and she looked down at the brush in her hand, fingers trembling. “I… I hope so.”

Ruby smiled, a warmth spreading through her chest. “It will be. I promise.”

For the next hour, Ruby lingered beside her, watching, commenting softly, teasing gently whenever Alicia seemed flustered, and marveling at the way she made every stroke matter. By the time the sun dipped below the rooftops, painting the sky in oranges and purples, Ruby realized she hadn’t moved from that spot — and she didn’t want to.
Ruby watched Alicia carefully as she dabbed a tiny brush into the turquoise paint. “You know,” Ruby said with a teasing lilt, “I think I could do that too.”

Alicia blinked, looking up at her in surprise. “You… you think so?”

Ruby grinned. “Well, maybe not as well as you, but I could try. Don’t worry — I won’t ruin it too much.”

Alicia’s lips twitched with the hint of a smile, and for a moment, her usual shyness softened into something warmer. “I… I guess you could try. But be careful. You might make a mess.”

Ruby’s pulse quickened in anticipation, though she kept her tone light. “Messes can be fun,” she said, stepping closer to the mural. She took a deep breath and held out her hand. “Hand me a brush?”

Alicia hesitated for a heartbeat, then held one out, the tips of her fingers brushing Ruby’s as she handed it over. A spark of warmth flared where their hands met, and Ruby’s chest thudded in a way that was completely unfamiliar but not unwelcome.

“Careful,” Alicia murmured, “it’s… delicate.”

Ruby nodded, gripping the brush with mock solemnity. “Delicate, got it. I will treat it as if it’s a rare artifact.”

Alicia chuckled, a soft, musical sound that made Ruby’s heart lift. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” Ruby said with a sly grin. She leaned forward to touch the wall, hesitating for just a moment before carefully applying a streak of turquoise next to Alicia’s swirl. It wasn’t perfect, but it blended surprisingly well.

Alicia stepped back and tilted her head, eyes bright. “Hey… that’s actually not bad!”

Ruby raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “Not bad? That’s the highest praise I’ve ever received from a master artist.”

Alicia laughed, the sound light and airy, and Ruby felt a wave of warmth in her chest. “You’re impossible.”

“I prefer ‘charmingly impossible,’” Ruby corrected with mock seriousness.

For a few minutes, they worked in tandem, small brushes moving in careful, playful strokes across the mural. Every now and then, their hands brushed, leaving tiny smudges of paint on wrists and fingers. Alicia would glance up with a blush, and Ruby couldn’t help but notice how the sunlight caught in her curls, how the faint freckles on her cheeks deepened when she smiled.

“You know,” Ruby said softly, leaning against the wall and watching Alicia, “you really have a gift. I mean it. Not just with the painting, but… everything. The way you care, the way you notice the little things. You make all of this—” she gestured at the mural and the street around them—“feel alive.”

Alicia’s fingers paused on the brush, and she looked up at Ruby, eyes wide and shimmering with something shy and vulnerable. “I… I don’t always feel that way about myself,” she admitted quietly.

Ruby stepped closer, lowering her voice so it was just between them. “Then maybe you just need someone to remind you. Because I can see it. I can see all of it.”

Alicia’s lips parted slightly, and she looked down at her brush, fingers trembling. Ruby felt that flutter again in her chest, a warmth spreading through her. “You know,” Ruby said, softer this time, “I’m glad I came back. I was curious yesterday, but… now? Now I don’t want to leave.”

Alicia’s cheeks pinkened, and she glanced away, brushing a stray curl behind her ear. “I… I’m glad you did too, Ruby.”

For a long moment, they worked side by side in comfortable silence, letting the brushstrokes speak. Ruby noticed the way Alicia’s hand shook slightly when she concentrated, the tiny hum she made when a color blended perfectly, the way her blue eyes sparkled when the sun hit them. She felt a thrill in the quiet intimacy of it, a connection that needed no words.

Finally, Ruby set her brush down, pretending to be exhausted. “I think I’ll leave the real artistry to the master,” she said with a grin.

Alicia looked up, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “I… I think you did pretty well for a beginner.”

Ruby laughed softly, leaning against the wall and watching her. “Thanks. That means more than you know.” She studied Alicia, the sunlight making her curls glow, the faint streaks of paint across her fingers and cheeks. “You’re… incredible. And not just because of the painting.”

Alicia’s blush deepened, and she looked down, fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of her sweater. Ruby could see the hesitation, the shyness, and yet there was a quiet courage there too. She was patient, careful, and completely genuine — and Ruby felt drawn to her in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“You know,” Alicia said finally, glancing up, “I… I don’t usually let anyone watch me like this.”

Ruby’s smile softened. “I’m honored, then.”

Alicia’s lips curved in a tiny, self-conscious smile. “I… I like having you here.”

Ruby’s chest tightened at the words, and she felt a warmth that made her heart beat faster. “I like being here too,” she admitted softly. “More than I expected.”

The sun dipped lower behind the rooftops, casting the mural in golden light. Ruby and Alicia stood side by side, brushes in hand, tiny smudges of color across their fingers, sharing a quiet, unspoken understanding. It wasn’t just about the mural anymore — it was about being there, together, noticing each other, and savoring the moments that felt small but infinitely significant.

Ruby stepped back and looked at Alicia, her pulse quickening. “You know… I think this might be the start of something pretty amazing.”

Alicia blinked, cheeks pink, and a shy smile spread across her face. “Maybe… maybe it is.”

Ruby returned the smile, her heart light and full. She had no idea what came next, but for the first time in a long time, she felt like she was exactly where she was supposed to be.

As the sunlight faded behind the rooftops, Ruby finally set her brush down for the last time that night with a small sigh. “I should probably get going,” she said, though she didn’t move right away.

Alicia looked up at her, a faint crease of disappointment crossing her freckled forehead. “Oh… right. I didn’t realize how late it’s gotten.”

Ruby smiled softly, taking a step back. “Time flies when you’re… having a good time,” she said, letting the words linger. She glanced at Alicia, noticing the small, shy smile tugging at her lips, the way her fingers still hovered near the brush. Her heart felt unexpectedly light, and a small warmth spread through her chest.

“I… I hope you’ll come back,” Alicia said quietly, voice almost a whisper.

Ruby’s grin widened, though her chest tightened at the thought of leaving. “Oh, I definitely will,” she promised. “I’d hate to miss seeing the mural… and you.”

Alicia’s blush deepened, and she looked down at the wall, but Ruby could see the small curve of her lips as she smiled. “I… I’ll keep it ready, then,” she murmured.

Ruby lingered for a moment longer, letting the air between them hum with quiet anticipation. She memorized the way Alicia’s curls caught the fading light, the faint streaks of paint on her cheeks, the way her fingers trembled slightly even as she held the brush with careful precision. Every little detail felt important, and Ruby knew she would carry the image with her.

Finally, she turned, walking slowly down the street. Every step felt heavier and lighter at the same time — heavy with the reality of leaving, light with the warmth of the connection she had already begun to feel.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Alicia pause, watching her go. The shy smile remained, hopeful and gentle, and Ruby couldn’t help but glance back once more. Alicia waved softly, almost timidly, and Ruby waved back, a small spark of excitement flickering in her chest.

The city hummed around her, streetlights beginning to flicker on, the scent of autumn leaves and wet pavement lingering in the cool evening air. Ruby knew she’d be back. She wanted to see every brushstroke, every small smile, every little moment that made Alicia… Alicia.

And in that quiet promise to return, Ruby felt something she hadn’t allowed herself in months: hope.

She walked on, a soft grin tugging at her lips, already replaying the moments of the day, already imagining the next time she would see her. The mural glowed behind her, brilliant against the dimming light, but it wasn’t the colors Ruby would remember most. It was Alicia, shy and bright, careful and brave, standing before it — and the way she had made Ruby feel alive again.

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It had been about a month since Ruby had first returned to the mural, and in that time, their casual encounters had grown into a rhythm neither of them fully expected. Ruby had made a point of showing up whenever she could, always careful not to crowd Alicia, always letting the shy woman set the pace. And Alicia, slowly, tentatively, had begun to emerge from her shell—a little more confident with each brushstroke, a little more daring with each smile.

About three weeks earlier, roughly a week after their first meeting at the mural, they had exchanged numbers. At first, their texts had been short, cautious, almost awkward, but over time, a quiet thread had woven between them—jokes, small observations, little glimpses into their daily lives. Alicia’s shy confidence was starting to show even in these private messages: a teasing comment about a stray paint splatter, a photo of a sunset she had paused to admire, a quick question about Ruby’s day. Ruby found herself looking forward to the pings on her phone almost as much as the afternoons at the mural.

One night, a few days into their texting rhythm, Ruby had sent a playful message about the mural’s progress.

“Careful with that corner—you’re liable to start a paint revolution.”

Alicia’s reply had come within a couple of minutes. Slow and thoughtful, just like its sender. “A revolution? You mean… I could overthrow the city with my brush?”

“Only if you promise to be benevolent. I’ll be your first loyal subject.”

“That’s terrifying… but I lava the idea.”

Ruby had laughed aloud at that, already imagining a crown of paintbrushes. Small moments like these, little sparks of connection, had quietly built their friendship into something warm, something teasing, something hopeful.

That afternoon, they lingered after finishing the mural, the autumn sun casting long shadows across the street. Ruby insisted on walking Alicia to the café around the corner, where they settled into a cozy corner booth with steaming cups of coffee between them. The café smelled faintly of cinnamon and fresh bread, the kind of place that invited slow conversation and lingering glances.
“So…” Ruby said, stirring her drink lazily, “how’s the mural life treating you? Still surviving the occasional paint mishap?”

Alicia laughed softly, fingers tracing the rim of her cup. “I think so. I… I’m getting used to having someone watch me. It’s… not as scary as it used to be.”

Ruby’s chest warmed, a small, genuine smile tugging at her lips. “I’m glad. Honestly, I’ve been looking forward to these little afternoons. You make the world feel… lighter, somehow.”

Alicia tilted her head, blue eyes widening just slightly. “Lighter?” she asked softly, uncertain.

Ruby nodded, leaning back in her chair. “Yeah. Like… everything is easier when you’re around. And brighter. And… nice.” She felt her cheeks warm and ducked her head. “I mean… you’re just… you. And it’s nice.”

Alicia blushed, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “You’re… not like anyone I’ve met before.”

Ruby grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, sipping coffee and watching the sunlight spill across the café floor. Then Alicia set her cup down and looked at Ruby, a flicker of determination in her blue eyes.

“Um… actually, there’s something I wanted to ask you.”

Ruby tilted her head, curiosity piqued. “Oh?”

Alicia fidgeted with the edge of her sleeve, then looked up at Ruby, her voice surprisingly confident. “Would you… like to come to my studio sometime? I… I mean, it’s not much, but… I’d like to show you some of my work. Maybe… you could see more than just the mural?”

Ruby’s face lit up. “I’d love that,” she said warmly. “You know I’ve been dying to see more of your work.”

Alicia’s cheeks flushed, and she gave a tiny nod. “Okay… then… maybe we could go now? It’s just a few blocks away.”

Ruby grinned. “Lead the way, master artist.”

The studio was tucked above a small, independent bookstore—a cozy loft filled with sunlight, canvases stacked along the walls, and the faint scent of paint hanging in the air. Ruby’s eyes widened in admiration. “Wow… you’ve really built a little world up here.”

Alicia shrugged, glancing down shyly. “It’s… comfortable. Private. I… like it here.”

Ruby stepped closer, glancing around at the colorful chaos. “I love it. And I love that you invited me. You could’ve kept this little secret to yourself, but you shared it with me.”

Alicia’s blue eyes flicked up at her, timid but proud. “I… I wanted you to see it. You’ve… been such a part of the mural, and… well… I thought you might like to see the rest of my world.”

Ruby raised an eyebrow playfully. “And I do. I really do. You’ve got talent… and nerve. How often do you let someone watch you paint months’ worth of work?”

Alicia laughed softly, the sound shy and musical. “I… I don’t usually. But… I trust you.”

Ruby’s chest warmed, and she stepped closer, careful not to crowd her. “I’m honored.”

Alicia led Ruby to a small easel in the corner. “I… I made this for you, actually.” She stepped aside to reveal a painting of Ruby herself—the posture relaxed, eyes bright, the swirl of colors capturing not just her appearance but the warmth and subtle confidence Ruby carried.

Ruby’s breath caught. “You… painted me?” she whispered.

Alicia nodded, eyes flicking down nervously. “I… I wanted to. You’ve… inspired me… more than I thought possible. And I… I thought you should see it.”

Ruby’s heart swelled. She stepped closer, brushing a faint streak of paint from Alicia’s cheek. “Alicia… this is… amazing. And you… you’re amazing. I… I like you. A lot. And I like this connection we have. Will you… be my girlfriend?”

Alicia blinked, cheeks heating, and then a shy but radiant smile spread across her face. “Yes… I’d like that very much.”

Ruby’s grin softened, her forehead nearly touching Alicia’s. “You sure?” she asked, her voice low and teasing but full of warmth.

Alicia swallowed hard, nodding. “I… I’m sure.”

And with that, she gathered all the courage she could muster and leaned in. Ruby’s hands stayed steady at her waist, tilting her gently as their lips met in a tender, fluttering first kiss. Ruby’s experience made it feel safe and gentle, easing Alicia’s nerves, while Alicia’s wide eyes slowly closed as she absorbed the sensation, cheeks burning and heart racing.

When they finally parted, Alicia leaned against Ruby slightly, catching her breath, face pink and lips tingling. “I… that… that was my first… real kiss,” she admitted softly, eyes bright and shy.

Ruby chuckled, brushing a loose curl from Alicia’s face. “Then you’ve officially got a first one to remember. And I think it was… perfect.”

Alicia blinked, still flushed, a small, shy smile tugging at her lips. “It… it really was,” she whispered.

Ruby held her gaze a moment longer, feeling the weight of the moment settle comfortably between them. “Being your girlfriend… it’s a big deal. I mean, it’s not just the kisses. It’s this—being here, getting to know you, seeing all the little pieces that make you who you are. And I… I really want that.”

Alicia’s eyes glistened, and she took a trembling breath. “I… I want that too. I… I’ve never… felt like this before. And with you… it just feels… right. Safe. Exciting. All at once.”

Ruby’s hand gently cupped Alicia’s cheek. “Then let’s promise to take it slow, figure it out together. No pressure, no rush. Just… us.”

Alicia nodded, blue eyes soft and shining. “Yes. Just… us.”

Ruby leaned in once more, brushing her lips to Alicia’s forehead, a whisper of a kiss that sent a shiver down Alicia’s spine. “We’ll have plenty of firsts, you know. And I’ll be right here for every one of them.”

Alicia laughed softly, a sound full of warmth and relief. “Then… I guess I’m ready. I… I want every one of them—with you.”

Ruby grinned, her heart full. “Good. Because I plan on showing you plenty more firsts. But… only if you’re ready.”

Alicia nodded shyly, squeezing her hand back. “I… I think I am.”

They walked side by side through the quiet streets, hands brushing repeatedly, sometimes intertwining. Alicia occasionally glanced up at Ruby, still a little shy, but with a growing spark of confidence, while Ruby’s heart swelled with affection at every little gesture—the way Alicia fidgeted with her scarf, the way her curls caught the soft glow of the streetlights, the quiet little laughs she let slip when Ruby teased her gently.

At Alicia’s apartment building, Ruby held the door open, letting her step inside first. They lingered at the elevator for a moment, hands brushing again, hearts beating a little faster than before.

Finally, at Alicia’s door, Ruby leaned slightly closer once more, brushing a stray curl from her cheek. “I’m really glad you invited me today. Your studio, your painting… everything. But… you’re the best part.”

Alicia’s blue eyes widened, and she tucked a curl behind her ear nervously. “I… I’m glad you think so. I… I like spending time with you. You… make me… braver.”

Ruby smiled, holding her gently for a heartbeat. “Then I’ll keep coming around,” she whispered. “And we can keep making each other braver… together.”

Alicia’s lips curved into a shy but radiant smile. “I’d like that very much,” she whispered.

Ruby gave her a gentle squeeze of the hand and stepped back reluctantly. “Goodnight, Alicia. I’ll see you soon,” she said softly.

“Goodnight, Ruby,” Alicia murmured, still flushed from their earlier kiss, watching Ruby walk down the hall. She felt a light flutter in her chest, already anticipating the next time they’d be together.

Ruby paused at the bottom of the stairs, glancing back once more to see Alicia at her doorway, cheeks still pink, hair slightly mussed from the kiss, and a shy, radiant smile on her face. Ruby’s chest swelled with affection as she walked into the night, thinking: this is only the beginning.

Later that evening, once she was safely home, Ruby sent a quick text, a small, affectionate reminder of their growing bond. “I lava you, Alicia Frost.”

Alicia’s reply came quickly, three laughing emojis followed by the words “You’re impossible… but I lava you too, Ruby Armstrong.”

And with that, Ruby smiled and closed her eyes, falling asleep with her phone against her chest, her heart warm and full.

Chapter Text

The morning sunlight spilled generously through the wide windows of their spacious, multi-story suburban home, casting golden patterns across the wooden floors. In the corner of the living room, a small pet camera perched atop a shelf, its lens angled toward the center of the room.

A pair of fuzzy black kittens darted across the rooms, chasing each other in dizzying loops, batting at a small ball of yarn, and leaping onto the cat tree by the window. Luna, wearing a tiny silver collar with a little bell that jingled with each movement, took a corner of the rug at full speed and made a running leap toward the cat tree, but misjudged the distance and slid across the lowest platform before she could stop herself, tumbling softly onto the floor below and letting out a tiny, indignant meow. Jet, wearing a delicate rose-gold collar with an identical bell to the one on her sister’s collar, skidded to a halt nearby, tail flicking, before pouncing on a small catnip mouse that Alicia had fished out from beneath the sofa earlier. Luna darted after it, meowing in delight as the two kittens tumbled playfully.

A small plastic box of cat toys lay on its side, spilling soft plush mice, tiny balls, and a few more catnip-filled toys across the floor, giving the kittens plenty to play with. Alicia laughed softly, crouching to scoop up Luna, while Ruby knelt to pet Jet, both of them smiling at the chaos their girls brought into the house.

Later that morning, Alicia’s phone rang, and she disappeared into her studio to answer it. Moments later, she returned, eyes sparkling.

“The gallery called! They want to feature my artwork in an exhibition next Saturday evening. They’re sending a car for us in just over an hour so we can meet the curator and see the space. It’ll be a proper preview before the event.”

Ruby’s eyes lit up. “That’s amazing, sweetheart! I can’t wait to see the gallery. And it’ll be so fun visiting with you and meeting the curator together.”

Alicia knelt down, giving Luna a gentle kiss on her velvety head. “We’ll be back soon, sweet girls. Behave yourselves.” Ruby crouched down next to Jet, scratching behind her ears and placing a quick kiss on the top of her head. “We’ll be back soon, Jet,” she whispered. Both kittens purred, stretching and batting lazily at the toys scattered across the room.

Ruby glanced toward the camera. “We’ll keep an eye on them while we’re out,” she said, nodding toward Alicia’s phone, which displayed the live feed from the cam. Alicia grinned, tapping the screen. “Best way to make sure our girls don’t start a riot.”

They quickly got ready for the meeting. Alicia had chosen a business-chic ensemble: a soft cream blouse tucked into a fitted emerald-green pencil skirt, paired with nude stockings and black heels. Ruby wore a tailored navy blazer and matching trousers with a simple silk blouse, her hair neatly brushed back. Like her girlfriend, she was also wearing heels.

Just as Alicia gave her curls a final fuss in the mirror, the sleek black limousine glided quietly up the driveway. Alicia’s eyes went wide. “I’ve… I’ve never been in a limo before,” she said in awe.

Ruby chuckled, offering her hand. “The first time for both of us, then,” she teased, helping Alicia down the steps of their house and guiding her gracefully to the car. The soft leather seats and gentle hum of the engine made the ride feel almost dreamlike.
Alicia tapped her phone, watching Jet and Luna chase each other in dizzying circles on the pet cam, and giggled softly. Ruby brushed her hand against Alicia’s. “They’re keeping score, I think,” she whispered. Alicia smiled, squeezing Ruby’s hand.

At the gallery, Alicia and Ruby were greeted warmly by the curator. “Welcome! We’re thrilled to have your work here, Alicia.”

They walked slowly through the exhibition space, Alicia explaining some of her favorite pieces, including a portrait of Ruby that she referred to as her personal favorite. The curator asked questions about her inspiration, techniques, and the meaning behind each painting, and Alicia explained with quiet enthusiasm, while Ruby interjected occasionally with light, supportive comments and gentle squeezes of Alicia’s hand. They lingered over certain pieces, discussing color palettes, brush strokes, and composition, the conversation flowing effortlessly.

Ruby leaned over once to whisper softly, “I love seeing you in your element like this. You’re amazing, my love.”

Alicia’s cheeks warmed. “I… I feel braver with you here. You make me braver, babe.”

The curator smiled, clearly impressed. “Your work has such depth and emotion, Alicia. It’s rare to see such a strong personal connection with your subjects. The way you capture not just appearances, but essence… it’s remarkable.”

Alicia paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. “Thank you so much. Truly. I… I couldn’t have done it without Ruby—she’s been my muse, my inspiration, and my biggest cheerleader. Every brushstroke I paint, she’s in my mind, encouraging me.”

Ruby squeezed her hand, eyes shining. “And you’ve grown so much, beautiful. I’m so proud of you.”

The curator nodded warmly. “It’s a pleasure to see such passion and dedication. I can’t wait to showcase your work next week. Particularly your portrait of Ruby—it’s going to be a centerpiece.”

Alicia smiled, feeling a warm glow of pride. “Thank you. I’ll make sure it’s ready for the exhibition.”

With the meeting concluded, Alicia and Ruby exchanged a quick, excited glance. “Shall we head home?” Ruby asked, her tone playful yet gentle.

Alicia nodded, and they stepped outside, hand in hand. The sleek black limousine awaited, pulling smoothly up the driveway. As they settled into the soft leather seats, Alicia tapped her phone to check on Jet and Luna via the pet cam, smiling as the kittens tumbled across the floor back home. Ruby brushed her fingers against Alicia’s, leaning close. “Ready for our next adventure, love?”

Alicia laughed softly. “Always, dear.”

Over the next week, Alicia and Ruby found themselves caught in a joyful flurry of preparations. Alicia balanced final touches to her paintings with planning the details of the exhibition, while Ruby offered encouragement and helped keep her organized. Even amidst the busy days, they stole quiet moments together—lunches in the sunlit kitchen, coffee breaks in the backyard, and playful updates on the kittens via the pet cam. Every conversation, every shared smile, seemed to heighten their excitement for the big night ahead.

Finally, the afternoon arrived, buzzing with anticipation. They got ready together for the exhibition. Ruby helped Alicia with her makeup, brushing on subtle shimmer and carefully applying mascara while Alicia fussed a little with her curls. Alicia wore a flowing soft yellow gown that complemented her blonde hair, the soft fabric brushing her ankles, with strappy heels that clicked lightly on the floor. Ruby had chosen a deep navy cocktail dress that mirrored the sapphire of her eyes, her hair swept into an elegant twist with a few loose strands framing her face.

As Alicia looked away to adjust her curls in the mirror, Ruby slipped quietly to a drawer, pulled out a small navy velvet box, and tucked it safely into her purse. She allowed herself a soft smile, a small spark of anticipation, before returning to Alicia’s side.

They laughed together in front of the mirror, exchanging playful glances and quick, soft kisses. Ruby teased Alicia about the faint blush rising to her cheeks as she perfected her makeup. “You’re going to dazzle everyone, dear,” Ruby murmured, leaning in for a quick kiss.

Alicia’s heart fluttered. “I… I hope so, love,” she whispered, still adjusting her dress.

When the sleek black limo pulled up outside, Ruby offered her hand to Alicia, helping her down the steps of their house and guiding her gracefully to the car. “Ready?” Ruby asked, giving Alicia’s hand a gentle squeeze. Alicia nodded, and they shared a soft kiss before stepping inside.

The soft leather seats and gentle hum of the engine made the ride feel almost dreamlike. Alicia tapped her phone again, watching Jet and Luna tumble and chase each other in the living room. Ruby passed her hand, brushing fingers together as they settled in. “Up to mischief already,” she observed, earning a soft hum from Alicia in reply.

The streets of Grimsborough passed quietly beneath the car, the suburbs fading behind them as they approached the city gallery. Ruby reached over and took Alicia’s hand, their fingers intertwining naturally. “Almost there, my heart. You’re going to dazzle everyone tonight,” she whispered.

Alicia smiled, heart fluttering with nerves and excitement. “I… I hope so,” she said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Having you here makes me feel braver.”

Ruby leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Alicia’s temple. “Always, sweetheart. And after tonight? We celebrate. Just you, me, and our girls waiting at home,” she added, nodding toward the phone showing the kittens’ antics. Alicia giggled at the reminder, feeling a bubble of happiness in her chest.

Moments later, the limousine glided to a stop in front of the gallery. Ruby helped Alicia step out gracefully, her hand warm and reassuring. Together, they walked toward the entrance, hearts racing, excitement and love flowing effortlessly between them.

Ruby guided Alicia through the crowd at the gallery, squeezing her hand gently. The gallery buzzed softly with the low hum of conversation, clinking glasses, and the faint rustle of silk dresses and polished shoes. Spotlights illuminated Alicia’s paintings, each canvas radiating the colors and emotions she had poured into them over the past year.

Ruby snagged two glasses of champagne from the tray a passing waiter was holding and passed one to her love, leaning down to kiss her temple. “You look amazing,” she murmured, voice low and full of warmth.

Alicia’s cheeks flushed, and she smiled up at her girlfriend. “I… I’m so glad you’re here, babe.”

Ruby’s sapphire eyes scanned the room, then softened on Alicia. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Honestly… I can’t believe how far you’ve come. You’ve grown so much this past year, and every brushstroke you’ve painted… it’s like it’s a little piece of your heart out there in the world.”

Alicia blinked, touched. “You… really think so?”

Ruby nodded, tugging her gently by the hand. “I know so. I’m proud of you… more than I can say. I’ve been honored to watch you grow, as both an artist and a person. I couldn’t be prouder of the amazing, confident woman you’ve become.”

Alicia’s green eyes shone, and she squeezed Ruby’s hand. “Thank you… for believing in me. And for being here. Always.”

Ruby smiled, leaning her forehead against Alicia’s. “Always, love,” she whispered.

They wandered the gallery together, champagne glasses in hand, pausing to admire Alicia’s paintings. Ruby offered quiet compliments, teasing commentary, and a gentle squeeze of Alicia’s hand every so often, their intimacy effortless and natural. Each kiss they shared along the way — a brush of lips on a cheek, a quick peck in the corner of the gallery — felt like another layer of their happiness.

Among the guests were a couple of familiar faces—old friends of Ruby’s.
“Alicia, meet Senior Trooper Joshua Ford of the Grimsborough Police and his girlfriend, Grace Delaney,” Ruby said, gesturing to the pair. “Joshua’s been a friend of mine since the SOMBRA operations a few years back, and Grace… well, we met during the Meera Kat case last year. They’re both amazing people, and I wanted you to meet them.”

Joshua, a young man the same age as Alicia with brown hair, lightly tanned skin, and warm brown eyes, had opted for a deep forest green suit that complemented Grace’s cream-colored dress while harmonizing with his own coloring. Grace, slightly older with auburn hair and green eyes, smiled warmly.

Alicia’s cheeks flushed faintly at the introductions, still a little shy, but she nodded politely and smiled.

Ruby winked. “Joshua and Grace are incredibly honest—they’ll tell you exactly what they think. But trust me, my darling girl, you’re going to impress them.”

Joshua’s gaze drifted over Alicia’s artwork, then back to her. “These are incredible. Really impressive,” he said warmly. “You’ve got a real talent.”

Grace nodded in agreement, smiling. “Yes, your colors, your style… it’s amazing. Truly captivating.”

Alicia felt her heart flutter. “Th-thank you,” she whispered shyly, brushing a curl from her face.

Ruby’s hand squeezed hers reassuringly, and they shared a soft, lingering kiss before continuing to explore the gallery together.

By the end of the evening, the gallery had emptied of guests, leaving only Ruby, Alicia, Joshua, and Grace in the softly lit space. Ruby paused, letting go of Alicia’s hand for a moment, then reached into her purse and drew out a small navy velvet box. She took a deep breath, then sank gracefully to one knee in front of Alicia.

“Alicia Frost,” Ruby said, her voice steady but full of emotion, sapphire eyes shining, “I’ve loved watching you grow. As an artist… as a person… as someone I get to love. And I want to keep doing that forever, as long as we both shall live. Will you marry me?”

Alicia’s breath caught. Her heart thundered in her chest. Time seemed to slow, the gallery fading into a soft blur. Tears glimmered in her eyes as she nodded. “Yes… yes! Of course I will!”

Ruby’s grin was radiant as she slid the delicate sapphire ring, surrounded by tiny diamonds, onto Alicia’s finger. They shared a long, big, celebratory kiss, hearts fluttering wildly. Ruby pulled back slightly, brushing a thumb over Alicia’s cheek. “You’re amazing, my heart. And I love you so much. And wow… you’ve gotten really good at this kissing thing.”

Alicia giggled, cheeks flushed, leaning in for another soft kiss. “I… I’ve had a good teacher, babe,” she murmured shyly.

Ruby laughed softly, pressing another tender kiss to Alicia’s lips. “Best teacher,” she agreed.

Joshua and Grace clapped warmly, smiling wide. “So happy for you both!” Grace said. Joshua nodded, beaming. “Absolutely incredible.”

They wandered the gallery one last time, sharing a few more soft, playful kisses and whispered compliments. Ruby held Alicia’s hand tightly, feeling the warmth and contentment radiating from her, while Alicia leaned into her, smiling shyly but confidently. Every brushstroke in the gallery seemed to reflect their love, their growth, and the joy they had found in each other.

By the time they returned home that evening, Jet and Luna were waiting eagerly in the living room. Alicia knelt to scoop them up, giving each kitten a kiss while Ruby wrapped her arms around Alicia’s shoulders from behind. “Best welcome home ever,” Ruby murmured. The kittens purred and nuzzled happily, tail-flicking in contentment.

Later, as the sun set over their suburban backyard, Alicia and Ruby stood hand in hand on the decking, the gentle breeze ruffling their hair. Ruby pressed her forehead to Alicia’s.

“I love you, sweetheart,” she murmured.

Alicia smiled, leaning into her. “I love you too, dear. So much.”

Ruby chuckled softly, tugging her closer. “And now… we start forever. Because you’re the one I lava most.”

Alicia groaned, laughing, then kissed her again. “That was awful… but I lava you for it.”

Ruby smirked against her lips. “Guess that makes us… lava birds.”

Alicia burst into laughter, pulling her fiancée into another long, lingering kiss as the kittens meowed faintly in the background, the quiet joy of their forever wrapping warmly around them.