『 WARMTH // WINTER. 』

@ask-jaune-npr said

Jaune had drawn the short straw that night, so while everyone else went out he had to stay behind and keep an eye on their new 'ally.' He and the others were still wary of Emerald's desire to help them and after all they've been through they weren't keen on letting her out of their sight just yet

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She spent much of her time on her own, since leaving Salems realm - no, since directly disobeying Salem and helping Rwby escape. Since watching Mercury leave with Tyrian, and Hazel self-destruct, actually. It had been some time, but despite her assistance, Emerald had kept her distance from the others, and they from her. Part of her didn’t mind, she understood the damage she had caused previously done and that was irreparable.

Even then, after everything, she still hated the feeling of eyes on her, and right now, she could feel a pair burning int the back of her head as she attempted to sleep in her bed roll. The others were less obvious, their stares were less intense. She could deal with it, but Jaunes bothered her. Made her feel cold and uncomfortable. After bearing with the stare for sometime, Emerald slipped her semblance into action, allowing the thief to slip away unnoticed, leaving an illusory doppelgänger in her place. Quietly, in her oversized shirt and shorts, she made her exit, pausing briefly by the door and casting her gaze back to the man staring at her. Emerald weighed her options and chose to remain, creeping up on Jaune with the silent stealth of a cat.

“The staring makes it hard to sleep, you know.”

Oh. Maybe he was just being polite. She’s tempted to run her hand back up, given that he didn’t say anyone else was his partner, but she doesn’t.

“The illusions are strong, Jaune. It’s not changing things, it’s making you think they’ve been changed. Look-“ a little plan came to her. She leaned in closer, and urged his hand closer. “Close your eyes, then I’ll get you to touch my shirt and you can feel for yourself.”

The plan was simple. Once his eyes were closed, she would raise her shirt, allow him to touch her skin, but make him think it’s the shirt. Then, he could open his eyes.

“Let me know when you’re ready.”

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3. how long is my muse’s turn-around time?

4. has my muse ever had a one-night stand?

5. how many sexual partners has my muse had?

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7. are there any sexual experiences / partner my muse regrets?

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13. does my muse find any non-sexual parts of a partner’s body sexually appealing? ( ie. hands, abs, etc )

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@ask-jaune-npr said

Jaune had drawn the short straw that night, so while everyone else went out he had to stay behind and keep an eye on their new 'ally.' He and the others were still wary of Emerald's desire to help them and after all they've been through they weren't keen on letting her out of their sight just yet

-

She spent much of her time on her own, since leaving Salems realm - no, since directly disobeying Salem and helping Rwby escape. Since watching Mercury leave with Tyrian, and Hazel self-destruct, actually. It had been some time, but despite her assistance, Emerald had kept her distance from the others, and they from her. Part of her didn’t mind, she understood the damage she had caused previously done and that was irreparable.

Even then, after everything, she still hated the feeling of eyes on her, and right now, she could feel a pair burning int the back of her head as she attempted to sleep in her bed roll. The others were less obvious, their stares were less intense. She could deal with it, but Jaunes bothered her. Made her feel cold and uncomfortable. After bearing with the stare for sometime, Emerald slipped her semblance into action, allowing the thief to slip away unnoticed, leaving an illusory doppelgänger in her place. Quietly, in her oversized shirt and shorts, she made her exit, pausing briefly by the door and casting her gaze back to the man staring at her. Emerald weighed her options and chose to remain, creeping up on Jaune with the silent stealth of a cat.

“The staring makes it hard to sleep, you know.”

She takes a moment. While she’d developed something akin to a crush, Jaune… wasn’t as responsive to it as she’d hoped. The most likely answer, was that he was taken, and too polite to ask her to move. This time, she does remove her hand, but fishes for an explanation. “Whoops, sorry about that. Didn’t mean to leave it there that long - I wouldn’t want to get in the way of Weiss - she is your girlfriend, right?”

Emerald sits back, still comfortable. “You’re right. My illusions are second to none. Visually, physically… I can change how you perceive things. Even how they feel, in your mind.”

@ask-jaune-npr said

Jaune had drawn the short straw that night, so while everyone else went out he had to stay behind and keep an eye on their new 'ally.' He and the others were still wary of Emerald's desire to help them and after all they've been through they weren't keen on letting her out of their sight just yet

-

She spent much of her time on her own, since leaving Salems realm - no, since directly disobeying Salem and helping Rwby escape. Since watching Mercury leave with Tyrian, and Hazel self-destruct, actually. It had been some time, but despite her assistance, Emerald had kept her distance from the others, and they from her. Part of her didn’t mind, she understood the damage she had caused previously done and that was irreparable.

Even then, after everything, she still hated the feeling of eyes on her, and right now, she could feel a pair burning int the back of her head as she attempted to sleep in her bed roll. The others were less obvious, their stares were less intense. She could deal with it, but Jaunes bothered her. Made her feel cold and uncomfortable. After bearing with the stare for sometime, Emerald slipped her semblance into action, allowing the thief to slip away unnoticed, leaving an illusory doppelgänger in her place. Quietly, in her oversized shirt and shorts, she made her exit, pausing briefly by the door and casting her gaze back to the man staring at her. Emerald weighed her options and chose to remain, creeping up on Jaune with the silent stealth of a cat.

“The staring makes it hard to sleep, you know.”

With Him being so blond, she caught the blush and glanced down at her hand. She didn’t remove it, nor did she move it up. It lingered there, on the middle of his thigh. It wasn’t much, but she didn’t even apply a little pressure. Maybe what he’d said had given her a bit of a crush, but she doesn’t know the group, nor if he was ‘with’ someone. But Emerald couldn’t lie to herself, and the thought of moving her hand up his thigh as a ‘thank you’ did cross her mind. But she didn’t do it.

“True, though I’m sure you could handle me.”

@ask-jaune-npr said: m/f 9.

@ask-jaune-npr said

Jaune had drawn the short straw that night, so while everyone else went out he had to stay behind and keep an eye on their new 'ally.' He and the others were still wary of Emerald's desire to help them and after all they've been through they weren't keen on letting her out of their sight just yet

-

She spent much of her time on her own, since leaving Salems realm - no, since directly disobeying Salem and helping Rwby escape. Since watching Mercury leave with Tyrian, and Hazel self-destruct, actually. It had been some time, but despite her assistance, Emerald had kept her distance from the others, and they from her. Part of her didn’t mind, she understood the damage she had caused previously done and that was irreparable.

Even then, after everything, she still hated the feeling of eyes on her, and right now, she could feel a pair burning int the back of her head as she attempted to sleep in her bed roll. The others were less obvious, their stares were less intense. She could deal with it, but Jaunes bothered her. Made her feel cold and uncomfortable. After bearing with the stare for sometime, Emerald slipped her semblance into action, allowing the thief to slip away unnoticed, leaving an illusory doppelgänger in her place. Quietly, in her oversized shirt and shorts, she made her exit, pausing briefly by the door and casting her gaze back to the man staring at her. Emerald weighed her options and chose to remain, creeping up on Jaune with the silent stealth of a cat.

“The staring makes it hard to sleep, you know.”

His words actually struck something within her, and struck her hard. She knew how powerful their foes are, and she knew how much she didn’t really belong, but his words caught her by surprise. A bit of colour flooded to her cheeks - she didn’t even bother to try and hide it. Instead, Emerald offered a genuinely grateful smile. “I don’t think you know just how much that means to me.” He’d been looking at the ceiling too, so she reached forward, warm and soft hand on his leg to get attention.

Emerald glanced at the scroll, but put it to the back of her mind. “If someone did check, I’m sure my semblance would cover us.” She winked, “it can be pretty realistic.”

@ask-jaune-npr said

Jaune had drawn the short straw that night, so while everyone else went out he had to stay behind and keep an eye on their new 'ally.' He and the others were still wary of Emerald's desire to help them and after all they've been through they weren't keen on letting her out of their sight just yet

-

She spent much of her time on her own, since leaving Salems realm - no, since directly disobeying Salem and helping Rwby escape. Since watching Mercury leave with Tyrian, and Hazel self-destruct, actually. It had been some time, but despite her assistance, Emerald had kept her distance from the others, and they from her. Part of her didn’t mind, she understood the damage she had caused previously done and that was irreparable.

Even then, after everything, she still hated the feeling of eyes on her, and right now, she could feel a pair burning int the back of her head as she attempted to sleep in her bed roll. The others were less obvious, their stares were less intense. She could deal with it, but Jaunes bothered her. Made her feel cold and uncomfortable. After bearing with the stare for sometime, Emerald slipped her semblance into action, allowing the thief to slip away unnoticed, leaving an illusory doppelgänger in her place. Quietly, in her oversized shirt and shorts, she made her exit, pausing briefly by the door and casting her gaze back to the man staring at her. Emerald weighed her options and chose to remain, creeping up on Jaune with the silent stealth of a cat.

“The staring makes it hard to sleep, you know.”

When he gave a chuckle, she felt a bit more at ease, dropping her knees and sitting with her feet in the floor now. A little more open, but still comfortable in her sleepwear.

She thought about his question for a moment. “I could have,” she began, glancing up at the ceiling, speaking in a playful tone. “-but where’s the trust in that? And I kind of deserve it.”

There was no kind of, really. Emerald shuffled a little closer on her chair, allowing her bare legs bump into his before raising one knee back to her chest, the other loose, still touching his. “I shouldn’t complain, after all, it’s not like anyone is going to check on us, at least until morning.”

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@ask-jaune-npr said: m/f 9.

@ask-jaune-npr said

Jaune had drawn the short straw that night, so while everyone else went out he had to stay behind and keep an eye on their new 'ally.' He and the others were still wary of Emerald's desire to help them and after all they've been through they weren't keen on letting her out of their sight just yet

-

She spent much of her time on her own, since leaving Salems realm - no, since directly disobeying Salem and helping Rwby escape. Since watching Mercury leave with Tyrian, and Hazel self-destruct, actually. It had been some time, but despite her assistance, Emerald had kept her distance from the others, and they from her. Part of her didn’t mind, she understood the damage she had caused previously done and that was irreparable.

Even then, after everything, she still hated the feeling of eyes on her, and right now, she could feel a pair burning int the back of her head as she attempted to sleep in her bed roll. The others were less obvious, their stares were less intense. She could deal with it, but Jaunes bothered her. Made her feel cold and uncomfortable. After bearing with the stare for sometime, Emerald slipped her semblance into action, allowing the thief to slip away unnoticed, leaving an illusory doppelgänger in her place. Quietly, in her oversized shirt and shorts, she made her exit, pausing briefly by the door and casting her gaze back to the man staring at her. Emerald weighed her options and chose to remain, creeping up on Jaune with the silent stealth of a cat.

“The staring makes it hard to sleep, you know.”

She wasn’t surprised. She wasn’t the most popular person to be around, and her semblance made trusting difficult. It’s something Emerald was more than aware of. It was why she’d snuck up on him in the first place - intended to be a little fun, but given the situation, that was on her for not reading the room. “I thought as much. For what it’s work, I’d rather you than Blake. Her eyes just… follow you.”

Emerald gives a slight nod, glancing back at the knight. She hadn’t slept well since long before she’d even joined them. The feeling of eyes on her was typically very uncomfortable. “I take it neither of us are sleeping tonight then?”

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At the lack of amusement present, Winter seemed to relax a slight, colour was slower to fade from her cheeks than it was to rise, but she felt the heat of embarrassment dip. Her truth was likely not bought - despite it actually being the truth, but part of Winter assumed she had seen more than she’d let on. Either way, she was appreciative, even if her face may have refrained from showing it. She flexed out her fingers, and touched her own hip, just where her gloves were kept, but ignored the militant urge to sheath her hand once more. Even they were still too warm.

At the mention of the Gala, her face instinctively reacted in a less than savoury way - another expression she was unable and unwilling to hide, this time? Disgust. Oddly, her posture relaxed further, shoulders slumping forward as a loud, deliberate sigh slipped out. She had forgotten. She’d had forgotten, and the ignorance was bliss.

“Thank you,” she muttered, glancing to the ground before heaving herself upright, no longer leaning on the desk. “In truth, I’d forgotten, but I shouldn’t have left it so late as to worry Klein.” Whilst she wasn’t thrilled at the idea of trying on her dress for the gala, given that Winter had left it so late, she was, once again, greatly appreciative.

Her eyes glanced at the bag in angled over her arm before the office door, and excused herself to lock it. Whilst very few people had a key to the room, and fewer would dare disturb her, and locked door and drawn blinds were the safest option.

It took moments, her office wasn’t large and she typically kept the main window blinds drawn. Aside from The desk and display cases, there was a small, sturdy coffee table and sofa what would be suitable for set up, and with a pointed look and a vague gesture, Winter directed her assistant there as she began removing the Military accessories her uniform had been adorned in. The gloves from her pants, discarding her coat, her belt…

“I appreciate the help…” her voice trailed off, and Winter quietly realised that she hadn’t even learned her name. It brought more colour back to her face, feeling rude and far too much like a Schnee. She pauses in the middle in unbuckling her belt. “-I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

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Her fingers loosely gripped the metal buckle from her belt and she mentally repeated the name, as to not forget it. A feat she was not accustomed to in work, but for how little time Winter has spent around her parents’ home, it was hardly surprising that she hadn’t learned the staff names - aside from Klein. But Riley, she made a mental note on that. “Riley- ah, thank you.”

She slips the belt out from the loops on her pants and drapes it over the edge on a chair before unbuttoning the top few buttons. One would get the notion that Winter had been accustomed to this, at least in her younger years, as the act of undressing in the presence of another she was not romantically involved with, bore little to no embarrassment - certainly far less that the situation Riley had walked in on. The memory of that embarrassment brought a little colour back to her cheeks, but the Schnee just cleared her throat and finished undoing the buttons, allowing it to flow freely from her shoulders. Bra and bosom exposed, but Winter was largely uncaring.

She turns her attention back to Riley, watching her prepare the dress. Riley was right. It was a nice dress. Less expensive than any other that would be seen at the Gala, but still costly. The colour, a deep blue with a small split on the right side, and scattered with some kind of glitter - in all, an act of rebellion in stark contrast to the unblemished white the Schnees were known for owning.

“You’re right. I would prefer a suit. I don’t care for the pageantry that comes with my father’s name, but it is his name.” It sounded pathetic to say aloud, and she felt a slight scowl forming at the mention of her father. “-it buys peace. He gets a somewhat perfect image, and I get no contact… until he wants something from the General.” In that moment, she bent down to remove her boots. All that remained, were her pants, the shirt draping her shoulders - covering nothing - and her navy bra.

“It’s one evening, and I have missed the cooking.” That being, the family chef. Her mother couldn’t make ice, and her father would burn it.

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@ask-jaune-npr said

Jaune had drawn the short straw that night, so while everyone else went out he had to stay behind and keep an eye on their new 'ally.' He and the others were still wary of Emerald's desire to help them and after all they've been through they weren't keen on letting her out of their sight just yet

-

She spent much of her time on her own, since leaving Salems realm - no, since directly disobeying Salem and helping Rwby escape. Since watching Mercury leave with Tyrian, and Hazel self-destruct, actually. It had been some time, but despite her assistance, Emerald had kept her distance from the others, and they from her. Part of her didn’t mind, she understood the damage she had caused previously done and that was irreparable.

Even then, after everything, she still hated the feeling of eyes on her, and right now, she could feel a pair burning int the back of her head as she attempted to sleep in her bed roll. The others were less obvious, their stares were less intense. She could deal with it, but Jaunes bothered her. Made her feel cold and uncomfortable. After bearing with the stare for sometime, Emerald slipped her semblance into action, allowing the thief to slip away unnoticed, leaving an illusory doppelgänger in her place. Quietly, in her oversized shirt and shorts, she made her exit, pausing briefly by the door and casting her gaze back to the man staring at her. Emerald weighed her options and chose to remain, creeping up on Jaune with the silent stealth of a cat.

“The staring makes it hard to sleep, you know.”

Her arm loops around the one knee pressed against her chest, pulling it a little bit tighter as he spoke. She did understand, but lost in the silence there was a lot that they didn’t understand either, mostly regarding her circumstances prior to even meeting Cinder or Salem. But Emerald continued to keep those to herself. She didn’t want to be seen as a tragic child, not when she was capable of making her own decisions, and having proved that, her past would remain buried.

“I do,” she began, almost hesitating. “For what it’s worth, if you’d seen what I’ve seen, you’d understand why the switch was so sudden.” She pauses again, looking for a way to derail the darkness of the conversation.

Emerald cracked a half-smile. “I’m guessing you either lost a bet, or drew the unlucky draw to get saddled with ‘traitor watch’.”

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@ask-jaune-npr said

Jaune had drawn the short straw that night, so while everyone else went out he had to stay behind and keep an eye on their new 'ally.' He and the others were still wary of Emerald's desire to help them and after all they've been through they weren't keen on letting her out of their sight just yet

-

She spent much of her time on her own, since leaving Salems realm - no, since directly disobeying Salem and helping Rwby escape. Since watching Mercury leave with Tyrian, and Hazel self-destruct, actually. It had been some time, but despite her assistance, Emerald had kept her distance from the others, and they from her. Part of her didn’t mind, she understood the damage she had caused previously done and that was irreparable.

Even then, after everything, she still hated the feeling of eyes on her, and right now, she could feel a pair burning int the back of her head as she attempted to sleep in her bed roll. The others were less obvious, their stares were less intense. She could deal with it, but Jaunes bothered her. Made her feel cold and uncomfortable. After bearing with the stare for sometime, Emerald slipped her semblance into action, allowing the thief to slip away unnoticed, leaving an illusory doppelgänger in her place. Quietly, in her oversized shirt and shorts, she made her exit, pausing briefly by the door and casting her gaze back to the man staring at her. Emerald weighed her options and chose to remain, creeping up on Jaune with the silent stealth of a cat.

“The staring makes it hard to sleep, you know.”