GOLDEN BOY.

independent & selective oscar . roosterteeth's rwby . written by cassa. semi-active. ( temp. theme. )

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gonna be revamping this blog here shortly -- keep an eye open for a link in like two days! 

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taking a small break !   i’ll be over here on iggy for the time being ! 

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this site is back to making me unfollow people i’m going to yell 

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at what point does a chicken begin to cluck when it's happy to see me, does a chicken even know what happiness is

               ❛  OF COURSE THEY DO !   they do more than cluck when they’re happy , too . ❜

              he thinks them to be  SMART BIRDS ,  really .  well mannered for the most part ,  after morning comes and they are fed and tended to .  they don’t cause much of a fuss with the others when they wander outside of their coop ,  either .  HE KNOWS WHAT IT’S LIKE ,  BEING IN ALEX’S POSITION   — -   oscar hadn’t thought much of them the first time he’d arrived here to stay with his aunt . 

              he picks up one of the smaller hens , ever gentle .  she flaps her wings once , twice .  oscar holds her close enough to his shoulder that she can move and perch .  immediately does she peck at his hair , preening .   he doesn’t mind .  he’s come to  APPRECIATE  the company just as much as he appreciates having alex here to help out . 

               ❛ they do this  — -  sometimes .   a couple of the girls here like to be pet .  most of them will follow you around ,  once they get to know you .  this one here — -  she likes to preen .  it’s … nicer than clucking in your ear . ❜   A SHEEPISH LAUGH .  he tips his shoulder ,  slow ,  so the hen is closer to alex .     ❛go ahead and give her a pet .  she won’t bite . ❜

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yes hello pls leave my boyfriend alone he is a prince not a farmhand

yeah well you know what ????   you’re not here .  and the chickens need fed . and i sure don’t see you pulling your weight for lazing around and making my life more stressful than it needs to be .  so stfu and sit down old man .  this isn’t your town :  THIS IS MY FARM  I MAKE THE RULES . 

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list o people i trust with my cows

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SCROLL MESSAGE  :  cawbeau .

    the panic begins to fade, leaving only the throbbing pain of a broken wing — somehow, it’s still not as bad as the anxiety. she hesitates for a second, picking at her feathers as she considers shifting into her better form, before thinking better of it & making her way to oscar.

              she moves closer and he feels a   SMILE  spread across his face .  WIDE .  BRIGHT .  THE SUN ITSELF  as he stretches out his hand a little further .  enough that he can brush fingers against feathers by the wing that  ISN’T  hurt .  momentary ,  more of a distraction for  her  while he looks at the wing that is .  it doesn’t seem to be fractured ,  at the very least .  that makes this easier for them both .                 ❛ it isn’t broken , but  — -  you probably already knew that . ❜       perhaps not ,  but it is favored enough that he  thinks  he might have to wrap it up .  a little stability might help .  relieve the pressure .  keep her from actually breaking it .  oscar moves closer , reaching out a hand to  GENTLY   lift the injured wing .  barely ,  while he grabs the gauze from his side .     ❛ i need you to stay still , okay ?  ❜

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SCROLL MESSAGE  :  endelias .

                     ‘  NOW, NOW, MY DEAR OSCAR– IS ANYONE EVER TRULY AT HOME IN A PLACE?  ‘  she motions a long hand to their surroundings, dark and dreary as ever. she radiates hunger in every way just as their environment does. the fear that she feels flowing off of the young boy is truly thrilling, and she can’t believe the power it gives her. the goddess’s lithe digits fall back to her side, shielded in the shadowy pelt of her dress.  ‘  THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING THAT MAKES A PLACE… .UNPLEASANT, IS THERE NOT?  ‘  salem pauses for a moment, chin lifting up to look down further upon the child.  ‘  EVEN IN YOUR OWN HEAD?  ‘

                ❛ i liked mine just fine . ❜     it might not have seemed much ,  but he loved it .  thoroughly .  the  LIGHT  that shone through dusted windows .  across the grass and fields ,  over the backs of the roads that wound gravel down through the thickets towards the town .  it was  HOME  .   HERE ,  WHERE SHE MOTIONS ,  IS  HELL .  it reminds him of tar .  of decay .  worries and nightmares merged and stacked into one — - 

               though it is  nothing  in comparison to the  PANIC  that rushes down his spine ,  leaving him at a lost for breath . for thought .  SHE KNOWS ,  he thinks .  SHE KNOWS ,  SHE  KNOWS , SHE KNOWS .  and he is here alone ; truly .  no matter what , it is only him here .  terrified . at a loss ,  with nothing but words behind his back .  

                ❛ i— -  i don’t know what you mean . ❜    he does . the lie feels weak on his own tongue .    ❛ my thoughts are fine .  there’s nothing wrong with them . ❜

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Leaf while you can.

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thank u for following this sunshine child .  more content  to come tomorrow evening

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When We Fall by NataliaDrepina

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bewitched forest 

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SCROLL MESSAGE  :  cawbeau .

    she doesn’t like touching; he’s a farm boy, he should understand this better than anybody —— get off her wing, don’t even look at her! can’t you understand? SHE DOESN’T LIKE TOUCHING! 

    such stressed thoughts rattle around her head, worsened by the injury to her wing, surfacing only as a defensive stance & a strained caw.

                ❛ — -  your wing is hurt . i can help . ❜     he’ll try again ,  but he won’t reach for her .  knees pressed against the earth will oscar wait ,  holding out an open palm .  he shows that there is nothing in his hands nor that he has anything he would ever hurt her with .  all he wants to do is help .    ❛ ... please ?  ❜

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                ❛ don’t tell me you’re going to  haven  too . ❜      his tone is almost joking .  how many had passed through lately saying the same ?      three .  four .  he would like to think of them as friends , perhaps ,  if allowed .  oscar shifts his weight between his feet .  crosses his arms .           ❛ a group was here not too long ago .  that’s where they were heading . ❜      //    @goldragon  ♥ ‘d

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                ❛ i’ve never had good luck with them .  sorry . ❜      he mumbles beneath his breath .  the strawberry plant is still in its pot ,  wilting .  brown tinges leaves and the entire mass leans to the right .  a shame , really .  his aunt just got it ,  too .

                             ❛ d'you think you could help me with it ? ❜   //  @jolisorciere  ♥ ‘d

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               the farm falls into a hushed silence .  no wind , no crickets .  no light from fireflies ,  or bird songs as the sun dips behind the horizon and moon takes its place . nothing  …  nothing … only himself and her .  she looks lost .  she looks  worn  by time itself .                    he watches her with hesitance .  there’s a momentary onslaught that he digs for                   a darkened room .  a fire that burns .  murky thoughts and images that line up the same :   DON’T TRUST HER .  DON’T TALK TO HER .                                              ❛  — -  can i help you ?  ❜      //   @vapidae  ♥ ‘d

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               IT SHINES IN THE LIGHT   gleaming ivory and gold when turned the right way .  the markings are beautiful  (  TOO FAMILIAR  )    and the craftsmanship is something he has never seen before .  perhaps in pictures faded and worn by time ,  yes , deep within pages and volumes . though  not in person .  not to this extent .

               ❛ i hear students make their weapons at some schools.  did you make yours ? ❜    maybe ,  maybe not .  but he feels as if the other did not come upon the shield by chance .    //  @shieldblessed  ♥ ‘d

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SCROLL MESSAGE  :  ceresiae .

As she watches him from her perch in a tree not too far, Cerise wonders the reasoning for his sudden question. He’d been pretty quiet since her arrival, eerie for a young boy like him. She’d come to escape…

and escape she did. If only temporarily, as it wouldn’t be long till she KNEW she’d end up going back to the OTHERS. No matter how badly she needed to run- it wasn’t safe. 

“ After all these days, that’s what you ask me? ” With a barely audible laugh does she lean back, staring out into the pastel shaded skies that set before them. That aunt of his would be calling for him soon, so… it was best she humored him. 

“ No. Though that’s not to say I’m not interested in going but… it’s not exactly the best place to be right now you know… ” Cerise murmurs, knowing well what was to transpire in that area in particular. Her faction, while vague in the overall scheme of things, at least let slip that much. 

“ Have you? ”

               cerise is  still a  stranger  to him :   he doesn’t know much about her or where she’d come from ,  only that the farm had been offered as a safe haven for her .  tucked far enough away from the main cities , whatever  demons  she was trying to avoid wouldn’t find her nestled among the grass and trees .  no ,  she’d be  protected  to some extent by the vast horizon and the open grounds .  unseen .                 ❛ i guess so . ❜    his shoulders raise and fall in a shrug .  oscar sits at the base of her tree ,  staring forward at the sun .  as if the extended gesture would give her more  PEACE  to answer his question .  there’s a sense of nagging in his head ;  he pushes it down .                nagging is replaced with his own disappointment fast enough .   a soft  oh  leaves ,  holding that .  his shoulders slump .  lips turn into a frown .  oscar draws a knee towards his chest and rests his chin on it .  his path would not be that easy for him . no , oscar should have been expecting her answer .                ❛ i haven’t .  i … think  i’d like to . ❜    but cerise’s  words catch up to him .  the boy lifts his head to look up at her this time around .      ❛ — - what do you mean it’s not the best place to be ? ❜