Show me your hands
Let me wash them clean

We all need this, to be renewed
After time and wear, we're broken statues
Vines intertwined around your insides, hold you down
You beg for restoration
Your best is crumbled from being so weathered

We all deserve this, to be renewed
To change our ways
To be allowed to choose
So let me build you back up
As you're carrying me too

As you're carrying me too

Show me your hands
Let me wash them clean
Show me your heart
And let me heal you

We're broken statues
Vines intertwined

Show me your hands
Let me wash them clean
Show me your heart
And let me heal you

We will mend statues from the ground to the skies

Show me your hands

Slowly, carefully, Ruby pulled up into her driveway of her apartment. The bitterly bright morning sun pierced through her windshield, making her groan and squint her eyes.

She was so tired. Another long, twelve hour shift, helping people who – most of the time – didn't want her help. People yelled at her. Called her a corrupt pig. Sometimes threw stuff at her. But it was a living, at the very least.

She shut off the car and stepped outside, glaring at a flock of cheerfully chirping birds who darted and zipped overhead. She grumbled and muttered to herself as she trudged her way to her front door. She fumbled with the key for a few seconds before managing to slot it in and push it open.

"Weiss, I'm ho-"

She was immediately greeted by a pair of thin, warm arms wrapped around her waist and a head of snowy-white hair buried in her chest.

She dropped her bag in the hall, stumbled forward a few steps with Weiss still attached to her, and then fully returned the embrace.

"You miss me or something?" she giggled, groggy, tired, but suddenly very happy. Somehow everything was all right now.

"You are late," Weiss replied in a muffled, distinctly Russian accent. "You know not to be late."

"Aww, was someone worried?"

A few seconds of silence. "No."

Ruby chuckled, bent down, and kissed the forehead of her girlfriend of almost three months. Who, as of a month ago, was also now a registered citizen. Weiss leaned up and caught her lips before she could lean back up, pressing her own lips to them, wrapping a slender arm around her head, and pulling her in for a slow, passionate kiss.

Her lips were hopelessly soft, and her mouth tasted like strawberries.

"Mmm... Are you using my cherry gum?" Ruby questioned when Weiss broke it off.

"Maybe." The snowy-haired woman blew a quick bubble.

Ruby laughed. "Yeah, I figured. And you were definitely worried about me."

Weiss looked up and glared at her. "I was not. Be quiet." Her expression softened. "Also, I made pelmeni."

Ruby smiled and gave her a quick kiss. "Oooh, my favorite. Did you use that spice I liked last time?"

"No. I try something different this time, yes? I think you will enjoy."

"Hmm, alright then. Ready to have dinner?"

Weiss pulled out of the embrace, strode into the kitchen, and shot her a glare. "Breakfast." She moved to the stove and started stirring the pan on top of it.

Ruby followed close behind, placed her hands on Weiss' hips, and started rocking them from side to side. The barest hint of a smile graced the Russian woman's lips. "Whatever. Breakfast, dinner, same thing. You know how screwy my schedule is. Food is food. And if you're the one cooking it," she leaned around and kissed Weiss on the cheek, "I know I'm gonna love it."

The heiress' cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. "Shut up and go eat this," she grumbled. "It is done."

"Yeap! Lemme just grab plates and stuff."

Ruby moved around the kitchen in a flash. The tiredness and lethargy in her body was gone. The table was set, silverware and glasses and all, in less than a minute.

"You are such a spastic," Weiss muttered. "How did you manage before me?"

"Eh, I made it work somehow. Wasn't easy. I guess it's nice having someone to nag me."

Weiss set down the plate of pelmeni - and some other Russian dish Ruby couldn't identify - in the center of their tiny, circular dinner table. The smell invaded her nostrils, and she loved it. She associated the smell with Weiss. Seared meat, dumpling bread, spices and spices and more spices, all in the perfect blend. It was mouth-watering.

"Mmm," Ruby groaned. "Weiss, thank you so much. You don't even know how hungry I was."

"About how hungry you are every time you come through that door at eight-thirty in morning," Weiss replied. "You're always hungry."

Ruby giggled and forked a piece of pelmeni. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

The taste was even better than the smell. She took her time, chewing it nice and slow, shutting her eyes and savoring the flavors. Weiss was a truly fantastic cook. When she swallowed and opened her eyes, she caught Weiss smiling at her. The other woman quickly blushed and looked down at her food.

"You were staring," Ruby crooned.

"I was doing no such thing," Weiss replied with a bite of pelmeni in her mouth.

"Hey! Talking with food in your mouth is bad manners! You used to fuss at me for that all the time!"

Weiss finished chewing and swallowed before speaking. "It appears you are rubbing off on me then."

"Hmm. Good thing or bad thing?"

Weiss glared at her, but there was a twinkle of humor in her sapphire eyes. "Bad. Very bad."

After breakfast-dinner they cleared the table and washed the dishes, put the chairs back and swept the floor. Ruby wandered over to the couch and plopped down. Weiss sat down next to her. Ruby immediately sat up, wrapped her arms around Weiss, and pulled the white-haired woman back down with her, giggling the whole while.

Weiss didn't even attempt to resist. She simply frowned and huffed a strand of white hair out of her eyes. "I should be used to this by now."

Ruby squeezed her tighter, shifting them so that they were on their sides facing eachother, and rubbed her cheek against Weiss'. It was warmer than normal. The other woman responded by sighing gently, wrapping one arm around Ruby's neck, and the other around her waist. Their legs slowly intertwined.

They didn't say anything. Nothing needed to be said. They filled the silence with gentle breathing, heartbeats, and the occasional feathery kiss.

Ruby felt herself start to drift away. She was brought back into reality by a finger prodding her nose.

"Ungh, whaaat," she groaned.

"We are not sleeping on the couch tonight."

"But Weissssss..."

"No buts. Pick me up and carry me to bed."

Ruby groaned and pushed herself off the couch. She knew she would never be able to say no to her girlfriend. Weiss lay on the couch, her nightgown shining in the lamplight, smirking up at her. Ruby mock frowned and slid one arm under her shoulders and another under her legs, then lifted her up and started carrying her down the hall to her bedroom. Weiss leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

When they reached Ruby's bed the brunette gently laid her girlfriend down, then flopped over onto the bed and lay there like a starfish.

"You are such big dolt," Weiss monotoned. "How did I ever end up with you?"

"Don't ask me," Ruby replied, her voice muffled by a pillow. "Wasn't my fault."

Weiss crawled up next to Ruby and curled up on her, wrapping her legs around Ruby's and sliding herself in under the brunette's outstretched arm.

Ruby turned her head. "Hey Weiss, do you wanna-"

"No."

"Aw..." Ruby pouted. She looked at Weiss and put on her best 'kicked puppy' expression.

The white-haired woman sighed. "Fine. But when we wake up. Not now. You need sleep now."

Ruby grinned. "Pfft, come on, I'm never too tired for a little- ow!"

Weiss flicked her on the ear again.

"Blegh. Fine," Ruby muttered. "When we wake up."

"Yes," Weiss replied, as she pulled herself closer. Her small, petite body was very warm for it's size, and very, very hug-able. Which was exactly what Ruby did.

Weiss couldn't hide the smile on her face, being that it was inches away from Ruby's own. The brunette smiled, closed the gap, and planted a kiss on Weiss' nose.

"What are you doing you dun-"

Ruby left another kiss on her cheek. Weiss sputtered and glared at her. Ruby darted forward again, this time getting the other cheek.

"If you do that one more time I will-"

A kiss on the forehead this time.

"Why do you keep-"

A kiss on the mouth, this one lasting, tender and heartfelt. Weiss' eyes fluttered shut. Ruby shut her own eyes as well, reveling in the softness and warmth of Weiss' lips. Reveling in the fact that she finally had someone to come home to.

Someone to share her bed with. Someone to keep her warm. Someone to hold, someone to care for, someone to love.

A dirt-covered, mute, deaf, abandoned Russian girl in a back-alley dump in the middle of the night. What a strange twist of fate.

Weiss let out a soft breath through her nose as they continued to kiss. Ruby reached up and threaded her fingers through the other woman's impossibly soft hair.

It was the best thing that had ever happened to her. They both had broken pasts, came from broken homes. But even so, they found solidarity in eachother.

Two broken halves.

One complete whole.

And thus ends Broken Statues.

I know a lot of people were expecting more out of this, but I honestly couldn't find any way to continue the story that didn't bore me. Russian mafia? Meh. Weiss' immigration problems? Dull. More police conflict? Been done before. Honestly I figure Ruby and Weiss have been through enough. The story is wrapped up nice and tight, Ruby and Weiss are happy, and as long as they're together, things will be alright.

Another reason I wanted to finish this up is so that I can finally write the Whiterose vampire story I've had stuck in my head for the past year. Vampire Weiss, vampire hunter Ruby. I know it's been done before, but trust me, I've got a little bit of a different take on it. All bloody and gory and violent. So expect the first chapter to that soon.

I want to thank all of you for reading this, reviewing, favoriting, and for sticking around to the end, even though my updates got sporadic near said end. I love hearing from you guys, and I'd also love to hear what you think about the story as a whole.

Also, once again, credit for the whole idea goes to Moekumo on tumblr. Without her this story wouldn't exist.

The song lyrics at the beginning are from Broken Statues by We Came as Romans. Obviously the inspiration for the title.

So thanks again. It's been fun.