#if y'all love rhory

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lil heather day drabble!

ik this is a day late and it's technically fanfic shipping my charrie, Sable, with @cardans-mortals Rhory, but shush, at least I wrote something

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“Remind me why I took this stupid class again—“ Sable sighed, sitting back and staring at the messy spread of papers across her desk. Her professor had assigned two essays and a stupid amount of reading outside of class, all due by Sunday morning. She grabbed her thick physics textbook and flipped to the pages with orange tabs—the color she reserved for homework assignments that were due soon. Sable tried to read it, but the symbols and words all blurred together. “Chaos,” she mumbled, almost throwing the book down on her desk and getting up to stretch.  How long had she been here studying, anyway? She wondered, wandering from their room to the main room. “Seven? No way,” Sable shook her head, refusing to believe she’d been in there for three hours. That would explain why she was hungry, though.  She grabbed a protein bar and sat down at the island, grabbing her phone to see if Rhory had texted. It was silent in the apartment, so he was definitely still out. He’d been out for a while, probably hanging with James or another one of his… Sable hesitated to use the word ‘disreputable’, so as not to hurt Rhory’s feelings, but that was being generous.  Nope. She sighed around her mouthful of dry protein bar. Before Rhory, she could’ve gone literal weeks without any human interaction and been fine. Now… Sable hated how cliche it sounded, but she felt like some part of her was missing when he wasn’t here.  The sound of keys made her smile. “Speak of the devil...”  “Did you miss me, Princess?” Rhory sang out, his dark curls sticking out from a hat that clung precariously to his head. He grinned at her, holding his arms out like he was in a musical or something, and Sable couldn’t help but smile back. Yeah. This was the idiot she’d fallen for.  “Maybe,” she said, sliding off her stool, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around him, just glad he was here. “Knew it.” Rhory announced, sounding like he was smirking. “You might hide under that heartless, cold exterior, but you can’t survive without me. Admit it, Princess.” Sable rolled her eyes, her smile growing. “Yeah. Maybe. Kinda,” He laughed, giving her a quick squeeze, then dumping all the plastic shopping bags he’d been holding on the floor and pulling his jacket off. “Kinda cold out?” She asked, grabbing her bar and munching it.  Rhory made a face. “It’s the North Pole out there. But��.” He paused, his expression shifting, and reached for one of the bags on the floor. “I got something that might help you with that.” Sable frowned, confused. She already had a coat, why— Rhory pulled a deep red sweater out of the bag and held it out to her, smiling in an adorably shy, un-Rhory way. “It’s Heather Day, Princess.” Sable’s eyes widened. “You—“ he’d gotten her a sweater? Really? “I’m just that awesome, yeah,” he said, grinning down at her.  “You are,” she agreed, staring at the sweater. It looked so soft, and the color— “I still remember the third of December…” Rhory whispered, slowly, carefully holding his arms out and offering a hug.  Sable wasn’t about to turn down a hug, especially not right now. “Me in your sweater, you said it—“  Rhory gasped. “You know Heather???” “Maybe,” she said, pretty sure her face was redder than the sweater.  “You’re such an angel,” Rhory breathed, kissing the top of her head. “Skipping lyrics? How dare—“ She gasped, mocking offense in a bad attempt to hide how much she was blushing. “I dare to do anything,” he tried to sound solemn, but Sable could tell Rhory was desperately fighting a grin.  “Oh really?” Sable teased.  “Then I dare you to help me make some hot chocolate, because you look like you’re freezing, Trouble.” He sighed dramatically. “Fiiiine, I suppose I could do that.” “You’re so kind,” she smiled, grabbing his hand and dragging him into the kitchen. “I know,” Rhory agreed, his dark eyes dancing.  Sable rolled her eyes. Yeah, he drove her crazy sometimes, but this was her boy. She had the sweater to prove it.