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kvetas // chara.
Ah, so they were also bored.
They supposed if anyone would be more bored than the person doing the reptitive action, it’d be someone who’d be stuck watching that person. So, fair enough.
The child leaned their back against the cavern wall nearby, eventually sliding their body downwards to sit on the ground. As frustrating as it was to delay their efforts and prolong their time in this area, they knew they’d moreso hate being hindered from dodging attacks just because they overworked their body.
‘I’m looking for answers.’ For them, whatever they felt about monsterkind was currently irrelevant. If the voice wanted to call them selfish, then so be it. ‘So if the answer I’m looking for isn’t there by the time it’s just us, then I’ll just move on to the next reset.’
the next reset. right. the scorn in their voice was unmistakable. right now, it was a slow and steady process. a training of determination. of execution points. of love. but love wasn’t mercy. true mercy was death. their mind was too frazzled to think properly. if only they could move, could swing the knife and get the frenetic energy out.
a pause. your hp isn’t low, is it? why are you stopping? to them, it made no sense to stop. it just gave the both of them more time to keep thinking, to crowd the mind with unnecessary fears, frustrations. is it because you’re looking for answers?
I haven’t played mm in like centuries bro…
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headcanon: octavian doesnt smile for pictures because he doesnt want people to know he can. without evidence, who is going to believe you
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franares // blake.
Never had she changed when it comes to others, a first to make decisions for the well-beings of others. Treating them equally as if the dragon’s choice was wrong … it felt like a curse. She practically grew an impulse of wanting to train outside, beating away Grimm like there’s no tomorrow. Unleashing all that pent up rage boiling within Yang’s form but restrained her emotions. Learning the depth training given by Tai, she refuses letting it all go to waste over her selfish reasons. That hatred & despair won’t be a weapon controlling her actions, not anymore. Lightly shaking her head, a sigh escapes to release those suppressed thoughts that were vocalized once. Only one person had heard it ———— now it was the faunus friend’s turn to hear out. Hear this truly weakened girl’s voices another time, about the truth behind everything. ❝ … Please don’t go, Blake. Not when I’m afraid you might end up leaving us again. ❞
That lengthened silence between them ends as Yang says something that hopefully won’t be happening anymore. She had no power to stop if her faunus partner committed it out of nowhere. That won’t stop the fear, the fear of watching someone depart with their backs facing saddened lilacs. They harbored loneliness but sends them off with a brightened smile … precisely as the sunny dragon her father once said. You are my sunny little dragon, one who brightens more than the sun in our lives —— stay strong for their sake. The brawler picked up the pieces and yet when can someone be there for her?
❝ I know you wanted to protect us after what Adam did to my arm. But you realize … if it meant I could protect you, I would have done it all over again. This was the first time I’ve ever felt weak, a time when my strength wasn’t enough to beat him. My arm is a constant reminder that I can’t underestimate my opponents. ❞ Her metallic arm trembles the longer lilacs hues gaze, recalling those moments where crimson red ripped it away. The nightmares dwell within each tremor but the dragon ceases it through a tight grip on herself. ❝ But my fear of you not coming back again is what frustrated me because everyone I know always leaves, without a word. ❞
“i--i didn’t--”
guilt wracks the girl’s frame, makes her feel suddenly too exposed, like she needs to cover up or hide. or run. but she holds one hand behind her back, tightly furled, a fist to remind herself to stop running from her problems and fight back. yang’s being unusually open right now. she can’t... she can’t leave her like that.
still, though, she finds it hard to make eye contact. even when her eyes finally make it up to yang’s, she finds her gaze diverting, flitting away like a fickle wind. back when they were students at beacon, when everything was simple, when ozpin wasn’t a twelve-year-old kid, yang had told her about her mother. about how she’d just... left her.
the faunus takes a step forward, towards yang. slowly, she relaxes her fist, uses her hand to cover her friend’s trembling one. “i’m not going anywhere. not anymore.” even though her voice shakes, it’s not out of indecision. it’s concern. yang’s never liked anyone pitying her, but blake’s just worried. slowly, she kneels by her teammate’s feet, keeping her hand in place. “yang, i... i’m so sorry i left. i won’t do it again. and if i have to leave... i’ll take you with me, or at least let you know.”
2019.05 Blake
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candle-hair // ford.
“Oh. Well…” Good Lord, her resolve was already waning. The man seemed capable enough — how else could he have broken into her home? — but even so, this was a dangerous place for anyone to be, especially if they knew not of said lurking dangers. He likely wouldn’t make it far without her help — and with so little to occupy her mind, Lorna couldn’t very well have his death on her conscience.
“I suppose I could part with a bit,” came her resigned sigh; curse her kind heart. This man blatantly stole from her, and she was rewarding him? Ridiculous. “But not everyone is as forgiving as I, sir, especially not on this hallowed ground. You would be wise to change your ways; if not for your victims’ sakes, then for your own.”
if not for your victims’ sakes, then for your own. a warning. a threat. or... a promise. stanford’s arms began to shake marginally, paranoia and manipulation dancing in his tortured mind. as much as he could install a plate to keep bill out of his mind, he could never remove the traces of his presence. every triangle was a reminder that he was watching. every eye had to be examined for elongated pupils.
“yes. right. thank you.” unlike his brother, he wasn’t opposed to pleasantries from time to time, especially when he had to maintain his cover. if she spread around that she’d seen him... but he couldn’t kill a human woman. as fickle as morality could be, stanford wasn’t fond of killing someone who hadn’t attacked him yet. she couldn’t have known he was coming and poisoned the food, could she...? “if it weren’t for you, i probably would have died.” a step towards the door, the food still clutched to his chest, his eyes watching her warily.
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annabeth: sampaguita, reyna: gumamela, piper: orkid :)
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