@duskcall· ( for jaune. )
beacon fell, almost everything fell apart on that fateful day. she failed to protect beacon, failed to fulfill in her task. she survived, but with a heavy heart, a burden, a sense of guilt that grew on her shoulders each passing day. while she couldn’t win, she knew she was the only one who could try— taking that responsibility alone.
it took a few days, but she set out to look for her team. after it all went down, they were the only people she could think about. her family, whom she almost left. questions plagued her mind: whether they knew she survived, or if they were upset with her. yet she traveled, following any semblance of where they could have gone. and finally: she found him.
she never thought she’d be able to say that name again. and while he stood before her, she couldn’t dare meet his gaze. he tried to stop her. she couldn’t imagine the look on his face, how he felt— but a pain grows beneath her chest, tears rising to her eyes as she struggles to even speak.
❝ i-i'm— i’m sorry, jaune. ❞
Jaune is , of course , up at some ungodly hour of night with the hilt of his sword held unbearably tight in his hand . He is practicing , always practicing , because he can never be as weak as he was that night . So - He waits for her voice to guide him , and he swings , and once more , and for a final time , the sword cuts through the air . With that , Jaune finally considers his training over , so he moves automatically to the scroll propped up on a lone stump to turn it off .
With the scroll secured safely in his pocket , and his equipment stored on his back , he begins to head back to his team . But - Then he hears it , that voice he had longed to hear since the fall of beacon , the one he thought he would never hear without a digital tinge again . He can’t believe it , maybe his mind is starting to go , and so to ease his emotions , he spins around to meet what he assumes to be nobody . Red hair and teary eyes meet his , and he can safely say that he has not gone insane , not even his own head could do this .
❝ P-Pyrrha... Is that - is that really you ?! ❞
His disbelief is apparent in his features , the pure shock in his eyes , and the question that rolls off his tongue so hesitantly . Even though he asks the question , he doesn’t think words will be enough for him to accept it . After all - Pyrrha Nikos had been dead since the fall of beacon , it had been confirmed by Professor Goodwitch herself ! There was just no way it was really her , and yet he could feel his whole being telling him it was .
So to confirm , he takes slow and hesitant steps towards the girl , the one that had kissed him so tenderly . The girl who had single-handedly stole his heart , only to disappear with it minutes later . The girl he and his team had mourned , hell - still mourned with all they could . She had been the one to break Jaune Arc , the one to truly show him the cruelty of the world . But when his hands reach so longingly to her’s , and he feels the warmth he had almost forgotten, he starts to revise just how cruel he thought the world was .
❝ It’s... It’s really you , right ? Please don’t let this be a cruel joke... ❞
Tears fill the young mans eyes that pool ready to fall down his face , and cracks in his voice plague every word as he tries to get them out . He desperately grabs at her , deciding her hand was no longer enough to keep him from falling back into the darkness. Arms wrap around the small of her back , and he selfishly pulls her closer to himself , determined to feel more of her warmth .
❝ We all thought we had lost you ... ❞
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