burn it all to the ground

Independent, semi-selective Yang Xiao Long RP blog; writes oneshots on request || Follows from pinetreepens

[burningdragon]

Closed starter with @caeruleum-feniks

“Ah- shit!”

The fingers of Yang’s left arm curl into a tight fist, the blonde squeezing her eyes closed and hissing through gritted teeth. The phantom pains were hard to get used to, the frequent reminder of her own loss. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted to be thinking about at the market, looking for last minute supplies before boarding the Argus Limited, but here she was.

“Sorry- it happens, sometimes.” She sheepishly explains, pulling her sleeve down more and curling the offending limb in on herself, letting her focus zero in on finding what they had been looking for. What had they been looking for again? She couldn’t remember, not with the shooting pain that had yet to even fade that was quickly climbing up and over her shoulder. 

Training with her father had certainly helped. She had gotten used to fighting with it, with using it as a proper arm and not just some flimsy excuse for the real thing. But the fact of the matter was that it wasn’t real, her body was still trying to understand what had happened, and while this helped, it hadn’t completely adjusted yet. She hadn’t adjusted, yet.

The blonde worries her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down until blood is drawn just to try and keep her mind off of it and her gaze away from Ray, who she was certain was worried at the moment.

[burningdragon]

@caeruleum-feniks

"Well of course! If you can't laugh during sex, you're doing it wrong. Didn't you know that?" She teased, sticking her tongue out at him before they resumed. Kissing Ray felt like coming home, like resting your head against the pillow after a long day. It felt like a simmer, and the blonde was just happy to have a moment to breathe. His words of adoration ignite her skin, sending sparks down her spine, over her skin, right through her. As he hooks his fingers on her underwear, she tilts her hips up to make things easier for him- a favor he would not receive often from her.

As he finished with that, though, she decides it's time for her to take over for a bit, flipping him over and smirking down at him. "Let's even the playing field, shall we?" She taunts, unzipping his pants and sliding them down as well.

[burningdragon]

@caeruleum-feniks said to burningdragon:

(rests his head against hers) "Oh! Ruby was right! You're very warm and very snuggleable. Must be that hot blooded Semblance of yours."

“R-Ruby?! Why is Ruby talking about how ‘snuggleable’ I am?” Yang’s eyebrows furrowed into as much of a pout as she could. She’s gonna lose all her street cred if her baby sister keeps telling people that she makes a good pillow!

“I swear, I’m gonna teach her what for when I see her next!” She says this, and yet the blonde has made no motion to move Ray off. In fact, she’s shifted ever so slightly to help him be even more comfortable on her. Hot-blooded Semblance her ass...

[burningdragon]

@caeruleum-feniks

Yang was already a good ways ahead of him when, from the corner of her eye, she sees Ray jump off the side of the railing. Stopping dead in her tracks, she swivels around, reaching her arm down as if she could catch him. Was he insane?! He's going to break his legs like that!

But then she realizes there was no crash, he never hit the floor, and in a split second she sees him hovering right before her eyes. After the shock wears off, an exasperated look plays on her features, and she rolls her eyes. "That is absolutely cheating, you mother-" Before she can get the word out, he's flown away.

Biting her lip, Yang pulls out her weapons, pointing them at her feet and firing off a few blasts to propel herself upwards. The blonde hops from the sides of the staircase, using the railing as a base point for her to hop from place to place.

[theashen-fox]

@burningdragon

Ash was one of those students. Everyone knows the type: the type that stands out but tries their damndest to blend in. While his grades in Beacon were quite good—not “prodigious”, but definitely good—he rarely ever spoke in classes, be it to ask questions or even whisper to other students. He just sat in the back, away from everyone else, even his own Team. This was evident even during lunch periods and between class hours. Any chance he got, he would slink away to a secluded spot in the courtyard with several trees, sit beneath one or climb up into one, and just read for a while. In some ways, he was like Blake, as Yang might have observed. However, unlike Blake, he made next to no effort to interact with others unless absolutely necessary, whereas she at least made an effort. He had heard the whispers among the nastier students that circulated—phrases like “what a creep”, “I heard he put some kid in the hospital...” “don’t get too close, I think he likes to carry knives,” and “why the hell are we letting him stay here? How do we know he’s not with the White Fang?” were among his personal favorites. The last one, he was often tempted to actually attack people for; if they knew how much he hated the White Fang, they’d know just how damn wrong they were.

Ash never expected to hear anyone approach his “sanctuary.” Hardly anyone ever came here, and when they did, they usually left rather quickly. So, deciding to adopt his more snarky persona, he said from his place in the branches, “Freak show’s closed, I’m afraid. Come back tomorrow, kiddo.” This had been his standard go-to phrase to tell potential bullies to piss off, but with Yang, odds were pretty good she wouldn’t get it.

[burningdragon]

@theashen-fox

In some strange way, Yang could someone sense that she was being sized up. It made sense, of course, she had heard rumors of Ash having it rough. Maybe that was why she was drawn to him, after all? He reminded her a little bit of herself, from a long time ago: eager to prove something, fighting against odds that had been set up for her a long time ago. Of course, the stakes were much different; losing a mother was a much different struggle than being a faunus in a world that was cruel for no reason other than the fun of it.

She couldn't fix that for him, but she could at least be by his side, no?

Yang hops down to the floor, nodding her head at the question. "Of course! I always keep one around in case I have a surprise passenger. Safety first and all, or something like that." She accentuates her point by sticking out her tongue ever so slightly, in a playful manner, and winking.

“C’mon! I’ll take you on over to her.”

[burningdragon]

Closed starter with @caeruleum-feniks

“Ah- shit!”

The fingers of Yang’s left arm curl into a tight fist, the blonde squeezing her eyes closed and hissing through gritted teeth. The phantom pains were hard to get used to, the frequent reminder of her own loss. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted to be thinking about at the market, looking for last minute supplies before boarding the Argus Limited, but here she was.

“Sorry- it happens, sometimes.” She sheepishly explains, pulling her sleeve down more and curling the offending limb in on herself, letting her focus zero in on finding what they had been looking for. What had they been looking for again? She couldn’t remember, not with the shooting pain that had yet to even fade that was quickly climbing up and over her shoulder. 

Training with her father had certainly helped. She had gotten used to fighting with it, with using it as a proper arm and not just some flimsy excuse for the real thing. But the fact of the matter was that it wasn’t real, her body was still trying to understand what had happened, and while this helped, it hadn’t completely adjusted yet. She hadn’t adjusted, yet.

The blonde worries her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down until blood is drawn just to try and keep her mind off of it and her gaze away from Ray, who she was certain was worried at the moment.

[burningdragon]

There was a slight noise that erupted from her lips as his excitement brushed against her inner thigh. Yang couldn't help but grin at the small action, looking down at his pants and then staring into his eyes again. "Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just excited to see me?" She jokes, before dissolving into silly giggles. She can't help herself. 

For a moment, she takes him in, drinking in the sight and committing it to memory. He really was gorgeous, stunning to behold. Heat dusted her cheeks, the rosey hue beginning to creep down her neck at to the tips of her ears. "I love you, Ray." Her voice is clear, confident, and full of adoration, before she works her shirt off and unclipping her bra from behind, tossing it to the side and pulling him down for another heated kiss.

[burningdragon]

@caeruleum-feniks said to burningdragon:

(rests his head against hers) "Oh! Ruby was right! You're very warm and very snuggleable. Must be that hot blooded Semblance of yours."

“R-Ruby?! Why is Ruby talking about how ‘snuggleable’ I am?” Yang’s eyebrows furrowed into as much of a pout as she could. She’s gonna lose all her street cred if her baby sister keeps telling people that she makes a good pillow!

“I swear, I’m gonna teach her what for when I see her next!” She says this, and yet the blonde has made no motion to move Ray off. In fact, she’s shifted ever so slightly to help him be even more comfortable on her. Hot-blooded Semblance her ass...

[burningdragon]

@caeruleum-feniks

His lack of belief in her makes Yang scoff and roll her eyes. "You are seriously underestimating me right now, y'know! I'll have you know that I could totally beat you up the stairs, I've got muscles of steel!" She protests, accentuating her point by going faster, one step after the other, fueled by spite and her own pride. "And yes, I do know what the top of a staircase looks like, but I so appreciate the lesson, teach." She turns her head to look over her shoulder and sticks her tongue out, making a small mocking noise to tease him. "Just let me know when you need a break, Grandpa."

[theashen-fox]

@burningdragon

Ash was one of those students. Everyone knows the type: the type that stands out but tries their damndest to blend in. While his grades in Beacon were quite good—not “prodigious”, but definitely good—he rarely ever spoke in classes, be it to ask questions or even whisper to other students. He just sat in the back, away from everyone else, even his own Team. This was evident even during lunch periods and between class hours. Any chance he got, he would slink away to a secluded spot in the courtyard with several trees, sit beneath one or climb up into one, and just read for a while. In some ways, he was like Blake, as Yang might have observed. However, unlike Blake, he made next to no effort to interact with others unless absolutely necessary, whereas she at least made an effort. He had heard the whispers among the nastier students that circulated—phrases like “what a creep”, “I heard he put some kid in the hospital...” “don’t get too close, I think he likes to carry knives,” and “why the hell are we letting him stay here? How do we know he’s not with the White Fang?” were among his personal favorites. The last one, he was often tempted to actually attack people for; if they knew how much he hated the White Fang, they’d know just how damn wrong they were.

Ash never expected to hear anyone approach his “sanctuary.” Hardly anyone ever came here, and when they did, they usually left rather quickly. So, deciding to adopt his more snarky persona, he said from his place in the branches, “Freak show’s closed, I’m afraid. Come back tomorrow, kiddo.” This had been his standard go-to phrase to tell potential bullies to piss off, but with Yang, odds were pretty good she wouldn’t get it.

[burningdragon]

@theashen-fox

Ash had seemed like someone who needed a bit of guidance- Ruby would tease the blonde for her desire to help him. She had always had a soft spot for underdogs, after all! It was sweet, to see someone who seemed genuinely appreciative of her presence. Not always did someone enjoy Yang's large attitude, her desire to help at all costs. She couldn't even blame them, most of the time- after all, she was well aware of her tendency to pry into business that most certainly did not belong to her. Still, she'd never regret it, as long as she could prevent one heart from breaking.

"Really?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. Since her team was always so close, so inseparable, it still shocked her whenever she came across a team that treated one another as little more than coworkers, or peers. Her team was her family. "Well, why don't we go for a ride? I know this really awesome spot, it's got the best view! Plus, it's quiet, so it'll be super up your alley!" Yang tries to sell the idea with a bright smile and a thumbs up, although she can't help but chuckle nervously. "Although, if that's not your style, we can do something else! I just wanna do something with my new pal, is all!"

[burningdragon]

@caeruleum-feniks said to burningdragon:

(rests his head against hers) "Oh! Ruby was right! You're very warm and very snuggleable. Must be that hot blooded Semblance of yours."

“R-Ruby?! Why is Ruby talking about how ‘snuggleable’ I am?” Yang’s eyebrows furrowed into as much of a pout as she could. She’s gonna lose all her street cred if her baby sister keeps telling people that she makes a good pillow!

“I swear, I’m gonna teach her what for when I see her next!” She says this, and yet the blonde has made no motion to move Ray off. In fact, she’s shifted ever so slightly to help him be even more comfortable on her. Hot-blooded Semblance her ass...

[burningdragon]

@caeruleum-feniks

“Don’t I know it.” The walk through the graveyard of useless items is somewhat creepy, but the spiral staircase makes the blonde perk up, an excited smile on her face. “Oh shut up, you know I’m in peak physical condition. I’m not afraid of some stairs!” She speaks through a slight pout; she’s obviously in great shape! Can’t he see that just by looking at her? “Unless you’re worried for yourself and just wanna project it onto me, hmm?” She teases, poking him in the arm as they begin the ascension up the stairs.

[burningdragon]

Closed starter with @caeruleum-feniks

“Ah- shit!”

The fingers of Yang’s left arm curl into a tight fist, the blonde squeezing her eyes closed and hissing through gritted teeth. The phantom pains were hard to get used to, the frequent reminder of her own loss. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted to be thinking about at the market, looking for last minute supplies before boarding the Argus Limited, but here she was.

“Sorry- it happens, sometimes.” She sheepishly explains, pulling her sleeve down more and curling the offending limb in on herself, letting her focus zero in on finding what they had been looking for. What had they been looking for again? She couldn’t remember, not with the shooting pain that had yet to even fade that was quickly climbing up and over her shoulder. 

Training with her father had certainly helped. She had gotten used to fighting with it, with using it as a proper arm and not just some flimsy excuse for the real thing. But the fact of the matter was that it wasn’t real, her body was still trying to understand what had happened, and while this helped, it hadn’t completely adjusted yet. She hadn’t adjusted, yet.

The blonde worries her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down until blood is drawn just to try and keep her mind off of it and her gaze away from Ray, who she was certain was worried at the moment.

[burningdragon]

@caeruleum-feniks

As they lay there, fighting for purchase in this little competition they have created for one another, Yang begins to feel the embers of passion dance along her skin. She burns for him, she always has, and in this moment she begs the flames to consume her whole, to consume them both. “Oh trust me, you will.” The comment comes with a mischievous glint in her eye as he gets to work on her jawline, breathy mumbles leaving her lips at the sensation. The fingers on her left hand tangle in his hair, pull a bit at the roots as she helps him shrug off his jacket, followed by his shirt, fingers moving along the soft skin as it bathes in sunlight. For a moment, she wonders, does he see her the way she sees him? Bathed in gold?

Then she’s back in action, lifting her hips so that she can get her pants off easier, throwing them to the side before giving his neck the same treatment he had just been giving hers.

[theashen-fox]

@burningdragon

Ash was one of those students. Everyone knows the type: the type that stands out but tries their damndest to blend in. While his grades in Beacon were quite good—not “prodigious”, but definitely good—he rarely ever spoke in classes, be it to ask questions or even whisper to other students. He just sat in the back, away from everyone else, even his own Team. This was evident even during lunch periods and between class hours. Any chance he got, he would slink away to a secluded spot in the courtyard with several trees, sit beneath one or climb up into one, and just read for a while. In some ways, he was like Blake, as Yang might have observed. However, unlike Blake, he made next to no effort to interact with others unless absolutely necessary, whereas she at least made an effort. He had heard the whispers among the nastier students that circulated—phrases like “what a creep”, “I heard he put some kid in the hospital...” “don’t get too close, I think he likes to carry knives,” and “why the hell are we letting him stay here? How do we know he’s not with the White Fang?” were among his personal favorites. The last one, he was often tempted to actually attack people for; if they knew how much he hated the White Fang, they’d know just how damn wrong they were.

Ash never expected to hear anyone approach his “sanctuary.” Hardly anyone ever came here, and when they did, they usually left rather quickly. So, deciding to adopt his more snarky persona, he said from his place in the branches, “Freak show’s closed, I’m afraid. Come back tomorrow, kiddo.” This had been his standard go-to phrase to tell potential bullies to piss off, but with Yang, odds were pretty good she wouldn’t get it.

[burningdragon]

@theashen-fox

He had a point. It was a bit ironic, really, that fighting brought people together so well. It wasn’t like she could explain it, though, she didn’t ever think about things that hard. All she knew was that it worked, and that was fine enough for her. One day, she would think about it a bit harder, try to unpack it, but right now she was too much of a loose cannon to even care about the finer details of it.

The reassurance makes her happier, helps keep her mellow. Otherwise, she might have felt the need to overcompensate, to become more energetic and excitable to balance out his strong sense of calm. But it’s a bit easier to keep her cool around him, with the way that he smiles easily. “Anytime, pal! I wasn’t about to go and let a cool kid like you sit up in a pretty tree like this all by yourself.” The easy banter brings a smile to her face as she takes his hand. She’s careful not to shake too hard, but does so confidently, in a way that might make him feel a bit more secure and on his own two feet. 

“So, you got any big plans later?”

[theashen-fox]

@burningdragon

Ash was one of those students. Everyone knows the type: the type that stands out but tries their damndest to blend in. While his grades in Beacon were quite good—not “prodigious”, but definitely good—he rarely ever spoke in classes, be it to ask questions or even whisper to other students. He just sat in the back, away from everyone else, even his own Team. This was evident even during lunch periods and between class hours. Any chance he got, he would slink away to a secluded spot in the courtyard with several trees, sit beneath one or climb up into one, and just read for a while. In some ways, he was like Blake, as Yang might have observed. However, unlike Blake, he made next to no effort to interact with others unless absolutely necessary, whereas she at least made an effort. He had heard the whispers among the nastier students that circulated—phrases like “what a creep”, “I heard he put some kid in the hospital...” “don’t get too close, I think he likes to carry knives,” and “why the hell are we letting him stay here? How do we know he’s not with the White Fang?” were among his personal favorites. The last one, he was often tempted to actually attack people for; if they knew how much he hated the White Fang, they’d know just how damn wrong they were.

Ash never expected to hear anyone approach his “sanctuary.” Hardly anyone ever came here, and when they did, they usually left rather quickly. So, deciding to adopt his more snarky persona, he said from his place in the branches, “Freak show’s closed, I’m afraid. Come back tomorrow, kiddo.” This had been his standard go-to phrase to tell potential bullies to piss off, but with Yang, odds were pretty good she wouldn’t get it.

[burningdragon]

@theashen-fox

Him talking about his comfort zone made her nod her head sympathetically. Yang knew exactly how hard it was to try something new when you have something that feels comfortable. In time, she’ll be forced so far out of her comfort zone that she won’t even know how to stand. But for now, this is enough of a stretch for her- trying to make conversation in a tree with a stranger. “I like to learn who people are through combat. You can tell a lot by the way they choose to fight, and it just cuts all the small talk.” If there’s one thing she really hates, it’s small talk. But then he thanks her, and the blonde is caught a bit off guard. Honestly, she had expected him to get annoyed with her, or tell her to mind her own business. This wasn’t the first time she had tried to bond with a stranger, but very few tended to mesh with her overwhelming personality. But there he was, glad that she stopped by, and the glee of that brings a bright smile to her face. “Oh, yeah, of course! I’m really glad that I came up to chat. You seem really cool, Ash! We’ll be good friends, I can already tell!”

[burningdragon]

Closed starter with @caeruleum-feniks

“Ah- shit!”

The fingers of Yang’s left arm curl into a tight fist, the blonde squeezing her eyes closed and hissing through gritted teeth. The phantom pains were hard to get used to, the frequent reminder of her own loss. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted to be thinking about at the market, looking for last minute supplies before boarding the Argus Limited, but here she was.

“Sorry- it happens, sometimes.” She sheepishly explains, pulling her sleeve down more and curling the offending limb in on herself, letting her focus zero in on finding what they had been looking for. What had they been looking for again? She couldn’t remember, not with the shooting pain that had yet to even fade that was quickly climbing up and over her shoulder. 

Training with her father had certainly helped. She had gotten used to fighting with it, with using it as a proper arm and not just some flimsy excuse for the real thing. But the fact of the matter was that it wasn’t real, her body was still trying to understand what had happened, and while this helped, it hadn’t completely adjusted yet. She hadn’t adjusted, yet.

The blonde worries her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down until blood is drawn just to try and keep her mind off of it and her gaze away from Ray, who she was certain was worried at the moment.

[burningdragon]

@caeruleum-feniks

Ray begins to remove his gear, and for a moment Yang wonders why he even bothered to put all of it on in the first place. He must have known that they were going to wind up like this, going at each other, right? Although it didn’t make much of a difference to her, and she got a slight chuckle out of watching him peel each piece off desperately before crawling on top of her.

She had to admit, the sensations were nice, sending a light tingle down her spine and making her skin break out in goosebumps. “And I’m the excited one, you say? Those are pretty bold words for someone so desperate.” Teasing is in her blood, and it sure as hell isn’t gonna stop now, even as heat rises to her cheeks in a fierce blush. Her lips find his and she returns the passion in kind, moving her hand to cup his face lightly and to pull him down a bit more.

[burningdragon]

@caeruleum-feniks said to burningdragon:

(rests his head against hers) "Oh! Ruby was right! You're very warm and very snuggleable. Must be that hot blooded Semblance of yours."

“R-Ruby?! Why is Ruby talking about how ‘snuggleable’ I am?” Yang’s eyebrows furrowed into as much of a pout as she could. She’s gonna lose all her street cred if her baby sister keeps telling people that she makes a good pillow!

“I swear, I’m gonna teach her what for when I see her next!” She says this, and yet the blonde has made no motion to move Ray off. In fact, she’s shifted ever so slightly to help him be even more comfortable on her. Hot-blooded Semblance her ass...

[burningdragon]

@caeruleum-feniks

As he explained, Yang craned her neck to look around and inspect. There were probably a solid handful of desks and doors that she herself has broken, if she’s being entirely honest. After all, she does have quite the penchant for breaking things. “So it’s basically a dust farm at this point, is what I’m hearing.” Why keep any of this stuff if it was never gonna get used? Beacon must have had a hoarding problem.

They walk through the door, and she immediately notices that she was, in fact, right about the dust. This place needed to be cleaned ten years ago, now it was a health hazard. “Oh yeah, it wants revenge for all its fallen brethren. I have quite the reputation as a desk slayer.” She teases right back, nudging him with her elbow. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

[burningdragon]

@caeruleum-feniks said to burningdragon:

(rests his head against hers) "Oh! Ruby was right! You're very warm and very snuggleable. Must be that hot blooded Semblance of yours."

“R-Ruby?! Why is Ruby talking about how ‘snuggleable’ I am?” Yang’s eyebrows furrowed into as much of a pout as she could. She’s gonna lose all her street cred if her baby sister keeps telling people that she makes a good pillow!

“I swear, I’m gonna teach her what for when I see her next!” She says this, and yet the blonde has made no motion to move Ray off. In fact, she’s shifted ever so slightly to help him be even more comfortable on her. Hot-blooded Semblance her ass...

[burningdragon]

@caeruleum-feniks

His admission makes her laugh, since there’s no way that he should be openly admitting that some students here just have very punch-able faces. And voices. And personalities. Really, it was kind of a miracle that Yang wasn’t in more fights than she already gets in, considering how irritating some of the students could be, always so willing to mouth off but not wanting to back it up with their fists. But hey, that was a conversation for later. Right now, she was just enjoying this pleasant little walk up to the tower. “What gets held in the storage warehouse?” She asks, her curiosity always getting the better of her.

[burningdragon]

Closed starter with @caeruleum-feniks

“Ah- shit!”

The fingers of Yang’s left arm curl into a tight fist, the blonde squeezing her eyes closed and hissing through gritted teeth. The phantom pains were hard to get used to, the frequent reminder of her own loss. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted to be thinking about at the market, looking for last minute supplies before boarding the Argus Limited, but here she was.

“Sorry- it happens, sometimes.” She sheepishly explains, pulling her sleeve down more and curling the offending limb in on herself, letting her focus zero in on finding what they had been looking for. What had they been looking for again? She couldn’t remember, not with the shooting pain that had yet to even fade that was quickly climbing up and over her shoulder. 

Training with her father had certainly helped. She had gotten used to fighting with it, with using it as a proper arm and not just some flimsy excuse for the real thing. But the fact of the matter was that it wasn’t real, her body was still trying to understand what had happened, and while this helped, it hadn’t completely adjusted yet. She hadn’t adjusted, yet.

The blonde worries her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down until blood is drawn just to try and keep her mind off of it and her gaze away from Ray, who she was certain was worried at the moment.

[burningdragon]

@caeruleum-feniks

The kisses were pleasant- kisses always are- and Yang returns them happily and with equal fervor. She’s never been one to back down from a challenge, after all, even as she rolls her eyes at his teasing. “What were you planning to do, pace the floor back and forth until we got there?” She quips right back, raising an eyebrow. “Go right ahead, I’ll just sit here looking pretty and catching some z’s while you do it!” In a bit of a display, she puts her hand over her forehead, faux-swooning as an extra dose of dramatics for her teasing before her laughter takes over again. 

[theashen-fox]

@burningdragon

Ash was one of those students. Everyone knows the type: the type that stands out but tries their damndest to blend in. While his grades in Beacon were quite good—not “prodigious”, but definitely good—he rarely ever spoke in classes, be it to ask questions or even whisper to other students. He just sat in the back, away from everyone else, even his own Team. This was evident even during lunch periods and between class hours. Any chance he got, he would slink away to a secluded spot in the courtyard with several trees, sit beneath one or climb up into one, and just read for a while. In some ways, he was like Blake, as Yang might have observed. However, unlike Blake, he made next to no effort to interact with others unless absolutely necessary, whereas she at least made an effort. He had heard the whispers among the nastier students that circulated—phrases like “what a creep”, “I heard he put some kid in the hospital...” “don’t get too close, I think he likes to carry knives,” and “why the hell are we letting him stay here? How do we know he’s not with the White Fang?” were among his personal favorites. The last one, he was often tempted to actually attack people for; if they knew how much he hated the White Fang, they’d know just how damn wrong they were.

Ash never expected to hear anyone approach his “sanctuary.” Hardly anyone ever came here, and when they did, they usually left rather quickly. So, deciding to adopt his more snarky persona, he said from his place in the branches, “Freak show’s closed, I’m afraid. Come back tomorrow, kiddo.” This had been his standard go-to phrase to tell potential bullies to piss off, but with Yang, odds were pretty good she wouldn’t get it.

[burningdragon]

@theashen-fox

His Semblance only became more and more cool by the second, Yang noted, eyes flitting to follow the small trails of smoke. Seeing the display lit a small ember inside of her own heart- fire had a way of doing that for her- her eyes gleaming in excitement at the prospect of potentially seeing it in battle one day. “Fire-based Semblances are the best! We’d totally crush it if we ever fought side by side!” Her excitement and passion seems amped up, magnified by his capability. She even found herself laughing loudly at his joke, partially because she feels the cortisol in her, and partially because Yang’s always been one to appreciate a good pun. “Maybe one day I’ll have to see it in action, right? Although I probably won’t be able to stop myself from hopping in on things myself.”

The puzzled expression wasn’t exactly how she thought Ash would react to her suggestion, the question giving her a bit of pause. “Well, you know, bonding and stuff, right? It’d be a good chance for us to get to know one another!” The explanation is given a bit matter-of-factly, now that she’s calmed herself down from her previous moment of excitement, the expression on her face one of her laid back side. “I don’t know how great you are with your words, but I’m sure as hell bad with mine, so I tend to bond with people better like that.”

[burningdragon]

@caeruleum-feniks said to burningdragon:

(rests his head against hers) "Oh! Ruby was right! You're very warm and very snuggleable. Must be that hot blooded Semblance of yours."

“R-Ruby?! Why is Ruby talking about how ‘snuggleable’ I am?” Yang’s eyebrows furrowed into as much of a pout as she could. She’s gonna lose all her street cred if her baby sister keeps telling people that she makes a good pillow!

“I swear, I’m gonna teach her what for when I see her next!” She says this, and yet the blonde has made no motion to move Ray off. In fact, she’s shifted ever so slightly to help him be even more comfortable on her. Hot-blooded Semblance her ass...

[burningdragon]

@caeruleum-feniks

At first, Yang actually thinks Ray is kidding, and she laughs for a moment before realizing that it was a serious comment. Her eyes widened, and she shook her head fervently. “No, no, god no, I’m definitely not TA material.” Although she knew that she was talented and capable, structure and rules were two things that were absolutely, without a doubt, not her style. Even if she did become a TA, some stunt would get that title taken away before she could even blink. She was more than happy to just be a rambunctious, problem student. “Aww, but some of them just make it so very easy, you know that!”

[burningdragon]

Closed starter with @caeruleum-feniks

“Ah- shit!”

The fingers of Yang’s left arm curl into a tight fist, the blonde squeezing her eyes closed and hissing through gritted teeth. The phantom pains were hard to get used to, the frequent reminder of her own loss. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted to be thinking about at the market, looking for last minute supplies before boarding the Argus Limited, but here she was.

“Sorry- it happens, sometimes.” She sheepishly explains, pulling her sleeve down more and curling the offending limb in on herself, letting her focus zero in on finding what they had been looking for. What had they been looking for again? She couldn’t remember, not with the shooting pain that had yet to even fade that was quickly climbing up and over her shoulder. 

Training with her father had certainly helped. She had gotten used to fighting with it, with using it as a proper arm and not just some flimsy excuse for the real thing. But the fact of the matter was that it wasn’t real, her body was still trying to understand what had happened, and while this helped, it hadn’t completely adjusted yet. She hadn’t adjusted, yet.

The blonde worries her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down until blood is drawn just to try and keep her mind off of it and her gaze away from Ray, who she was certain was worried at the moment.

[burningdragon]

@caeruleum-feniks

Before the morning rolled around, Yang had explained to Ruby everything that had transpired the day before, along with an explanation that she was going to be sharing a private cabin with Ray. Unlike what he may have been expecting, her sister was absolutely ecstatic over the news, hugging her tightly and talking about how her “sister was all grown up!” It was a bit odd, considering that Ruby was the younger sister of the pair, but she let it slide, chalking the moment up to traditional Ruby silliness.

When they finally got to the train the next morning, Yang was excited to just lie down in another bed, relax, and possibly get up to some other activities. “Ruby? Of course she was!” She let out a chuckle at his reservation. “She’s a good kid, she was just happy to see me having a good time.”

The cabin was nice, and the blonde immediately threw her stuff down and flopped onto the bed, awing at how luxurious everything was. “If only I had known that I should have been born rich. I won’t make that mistake again.” She teases, winking at Ray before grabbing his hand and pulling him down alongside her.