Resonance

Independent, Private, RWBY OC Blog for Riordan Farlight

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Time Period Aesthetics

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MEDIEVAL.

tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. loose ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.

RENAISSANCE.

freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your kneesocks on.

BAROQUE.

dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colourless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.

CLASSICAL.

chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble. sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading about mythology.

ROMANTIC.

compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles

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Tagging: Steal it!

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hvithale​:

“Frow-what now?” She quirks an eyebrow, the bird like tilt of her head curiously absent at this age apparently. Bright eyes continue to stare at Riordan with some mixture of contempt and skepticism at his words.

“No offense but you look like you tell stories for a living, dad taught me not to listen to them.”

Riordan put on a mock-offended expression, clearly over-dramatized and faked, “You wound me, fraulein! And after all our adventures together! Libra Stirling the fearless Phantom and Riordan, the humble recordkeeper of her exploits.” He smiled once again at her, this time with significantly less smugness, “But do not fret. If you don’t remember, zen it may as well have never happened, ja? Zen allow me to make my reintroduction. I’m Riordan, and I’m happy to make your acquaintance, fraulein Stirling.”

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hvithale​:

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@hvithale

Riordan’s mouth curled into a catlike smile. She didn’t know him yet? Oh this was going to be fun. “You mean you don’t recognize me? Vell zen, allow me to introduce myself.” He took a step back and bowed dramatically, “Riordan Farlight, at your service. And vell…if you don’t remember me, perhaps it’s best if I leave it a surprise for when you grow up, ja?”

Oh this was annoying. Though apparently it’s enough to keep her from glaring, face now set only in an unamused scowl. “Ah yes yet another person patronizing me like I’m a small child. Now top it off with my asshole teacher and it’ll be just like normal.”

Her tail visibly relaxes and the tension eases out of her shoulders, they did give their name, it’s only polite. “Libra, Stirling.”

He repressed his shit eating grin for a moment. She was clearly not receptive to being ribbed at this age. Well, to be fair, it had seemed she wasn’t receptive to ribbing from Riordan at any age really, “Apologies, fraulein. How to put zis...I am used to you being over twice my age. You can understand how you would seem very young in comparison.”

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@hvithale

Riordan’s mouth curled into a catlike smile. She didn’t know him yet? Oh this was going to be fun. “You mean you don’t recognize me? Vell zen, allow me to introduce myself.” He took a step back and bowed dramatically, “Riordan Farlight, at your service. And vell...if you don’t remember me, perhaps it’s best if I leave it a surprise for when you grow up, ja?”

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@littleredshccp

For the first time in all time Cherry had known Riordan, she actually looked sheepish. Her normal unflappable confidence was replaced by...hesitation? "Did you...vant to continue our talk from last night?Of course, I vill understand if it was simply ze alcohol talking, and if you vould prefer to continue on as we have been, I am more than happy to, but...well, I wanted to know if you were...still interested?”

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littleredshccp​:

“The only thing accentuating anything,” Cherry sighs and puts her head down on the table, horns hitting it with a dull thump, “Is my big stupid horns. Even if people did think I was cute or, pretty or whatever, they get a look at my horns and change their mind.”

Riordan's brow furrowed into a frown, "Nonsense!" they said, reaching out to muss up Cherry's hair, "Your horns are adorable, Fraulein. Never think otherwise." They knew Cherry didn't have the best self-image, but damn it, Riordan was going to make sure she knew she was beautiful.

They pulled out their scroll and, after a few moments of searching, pulled up an image of a faunus model from Vacuo. She was a stunning woman, and atop her head were a set of large elk antlers. "Look at her. Do you think she's ugly because of her horns?"

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banded-muses​:

“But if it works for you, then why would you want to be like me?” With a deep yawn it’s suddenly clear that perhaps she should be drinking coffee over chocolate, up late with school again most likely. “I think there’s something really neat about the flashy and glamorous style you have going on though, like a celebrity!”

“Perhaps,” Riordan said, shrugging, “Though ze way you manage to look so good in much subtler fashion is very much unfair,” they said with a teasing look, “You don’t need my glitz and glamour to catch ze eye. Your style accentuates your natural beauty.” Riordan knew they looked good, but a lot of that was down to knowing exactly how to dress and carry themselves. Cherry, they felt, could look good in basically anything.

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happyhuntressmay​:

May blinked, shaking her head slightly. “It’s kind of you to say,” She began, “But I’m just not risking as much - that’s the only reason I don’t include myself. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m amazing,” She added, sticking out her tongue.

“But the family name is always sort of a…cushion? If I’m willing to, I could give up the life I want and hide behind it for safety. So I’m not risking as much as my friends are.” 

May’s cheeks turned pink as Riordan complimented her hair. “Um….No, I don’t mind. Thank you. But the answer is kind of boring - I have to do it this way. It’s so thick it’s completely unmanageable at this length unless I wrap it, and I can’t bring myself to cut it…Young May had to pass for a boy for so long I just don’t want short hair yet.”

Riordan’s hand drifted up toward his own hair. He missed having it longer. It was far easier for the days when he was feeling more feminine, but after a particularly bad encounter where he was accused of purposely misleading someone, he hadn’t quite worked up the courage to grow it out again.

“I understand ze feeling,” he said, wistful melancholy colouring his voice. “Not zat I need to ‘pass’ as male all the time, but ze days when I would…rather not…are made harder because of zis,” he said, twirling a few strands through his fingers.

“But zat is unimportant now.” He swapped his facial expression back to a friendly smile. No need to bother May with his own angst. “I am curious how you are feeling with Fraulein Hill going up against Jacques Schnee. Don’t get me wrong, I vould love to see that pompous, arrogant, bigoted ass get knocked down a peg, but you are taking on quite a powerful man.”

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“Heh,” May smiled brightly, giving Riordan a cheery thumb’s up. “No big. Seriously. What’s he going to do that I haven’t already done to myself? The only things I have are myself, my friends, and my huntress’ licence. None of which he can reach.”

Her smile grew a touch manic. “Everything I had that Jacques could touch….well, I burned those bridges….more like blew them up. While I was standing on them….ages ago.”

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Riordan returned the smile before sighing, “Yes, I have been told zat for most, high society is a cage. It certainly comes with a lot of privilege, but only if you fit a certain mold. It vas not usually the case for me, thankfully, but I understand the need for a...total break.”

For most people like the two of them, being themselves was abhorrent. It was their duty as good children of high stature to be presentable and not bring any ‘abnormality’, as some would put it, into their social circles. Thankfully, his parents had never bought into that, but he knew that they’d had their fair share of problems because of it.

“Atlas...I love ze city, yes, but it’s not exactly a place of self-expression. It is home, of course, but it does demand conformity.”

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@banded-muses (x)

Riordan mimicked Cherry a she took a sip of her hot chocolate. While Riordan missed the warmth of Vacuo sometimes, the chill of Atlas did have its own merits. “Yes because ze ‘girl next door’ look definitely isn’t a near-universally attractive look,” they said with a smile and playful roll of their eyes, “I’m flashy, Threads. I catch the eye. It’s vhat works for me. Just because your style is more subtle than mine doesn’t make you any less beautiful.”

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Thank you @teamorcd for the late birthday present!! Riordan looks so good!

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happyhuntressmay​:

May blinked, shaking her head slightly. “It’s kind of you to say,” She began, “But I’m just not risking as much - that’s the only reason I don’t include myself. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m amazing,” She added, sticking out her tongue.

“But the family name is always sort of a…cushion? If I’m willing to, I could give up the life I want and hide behind it for safety. So I’m not risking as much as my friends are.” 

May’s cheeks turned pink as Riordan complimented her hair. “Um….No, I don’t mind. Thank you. But the answer is kind of boring - I have to do it this way. It’s so thick it’s completely unmanageable at this length unless I wrap it, and I can’t bring myself to cut it…Young May had to pass for a boy for so long I just don’t want short hair yet.”

Riordan’s hand drifted up toward his own hair. He missed having it longer. It was far easier for the days when he was feeling more feminine, but after a particularly bad encounter where he was accused of purposely misleading someone, he hadn’t quite worked up the courage to grow it out again.

“I understand ze feeling,” he said, wistful melancholy colouring his voice. “Not zat I need to ‘pass’ as male all the time, but ze days when I would...rather not...are made harder because of zis,” he said, twirling a few strands through his fingers.

“But zat is unimportant now.” He swapped his facial expression back to a friendly smile. No need to bother May with his own angst. “I am curious how you are feeling with Fraulein Hill going up against Jacques Schnee. Don’t get me wrong, I vould love to see that pompous, arrogant, bigoted ass get knocked down a peg, but you are taking on quite a powerful man.”

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Riordan sighed, a finger coming up to idly twirl a strand her short, black hair. Oh, how she missed her long hair. It made her so much more comfortable on days like this, but she wasn't going to risk another incident where she was accused of "misleading" someone. So, the close cut was going to have to stay.

Still, she had to admit, she looked damn good right now, all things considered, so she could deal with the discomfort that stemmed from her hair.

A noise from behind her made her suddenly remember that she was, in fact, out in public. She'd been too caught up in her own thoughts. The store window she'd been using as a mirror showed her reflection clearly, though the other person wasn't clear enough to make out. She put on a wide smile to hide the slight sheepishness she felt at getting caught staring at herself and turned to greet the stranger.

"Ah, hello. Sorry, am I in your way?"

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What's something you've really wanted to ask a partner to do with you?

“To try somesing new!” Riordan replied happily, “I know what I like, and a few sings I don’t, but I vould love it if I could find a partner villing to experiment with me! Some sings may turn out less than ideal, but zat is all part of ze fun to me. I like to see what both my partner and I do and don’t like. To push limits, though not to the point of breaking, necessarily.”

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I’m not suffering today alone or sober! You have to share your kinks now!!

Riordan let out a small chuckle, smirking at his friend, “Oh really? My my, Threads, I didn’t know you vere zat curious about me.” He grinned at her and opened a liquor cabinet, fingers dancing across various bottles before settling on a nice red wine. He pulled it from the cabinet and uncorked it, decanting the bottle into two glasses.

“Vell, if you insist,” he said, “I’m quite fond of ropes, both being tied and doing ze tying. Zough if I’m to be submissive, be aware zat I vill talk back quite a bit, if only because I quite enjoy being...silenced. Other zan zat, I can’t say there’s anything else specifically, but half ze fun is trying new things, ja? If I find someone I trust enough, I vould quite enjoy seeing what else I’d like in ze bedroom.”

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Sexual Sunday

Leave my muse a sexual confession  Ask my muse questions about their relationships or sex lives  Tell my muse a fantasy they have involving them  Have my muse rate a kink  Ask my muse for sex advice  Anonymous is on

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happyhuntressmay‌:

“My family.” May replied, without an instant’s hesitation. Her expression soured a little as she spoke, though, and her lips thinned into a line.

“Not in the good way, though. I have…complicated family relationships. Let’s just say I come from privilege, but even so, I can’t find a lot of things about the Marigold family to be proud of.”

She sighed softly, her expression turning forlorn. “We…they spend a lot of time attending the right parties, and looking just so, and not much else. I didn’t want to spend time surpressing myself to chase the approval of people I don’t care about, and I want my life to…mean something. And I want to spend it as myself, not some artfully self-interested playboy like my cousin Henry. Robyn, Fiona, and Joanna….my friends so much more….they’re heroes. Helping people who really need it. I’m privileged to help them.”

She smiled faintly. “The Army has it’s uses, but it spends so much time chasing it’s own tail. I couldn’t imagine prioritizing political ends over individual lives.”

She shook her head as though to clear it, and flashed Riordan a light grin. “Sorry. Too heavy?”

Riordan returned her grin with his own, reaching out to put a hand on the woman’s shoulder. He was well aware that his parents were the exception to Atlesian high class, rather than the rule. While they may have made every effort to be decent people and made sure that their children had the freedom to be who they wanted, families like the Marigolds and the Schnees...they placed status above all.

“It is heartening to hear you hold Fraulein Hill and ze rest of your friends in such high regard, May,” he said softly, “Though I vould say you are forgetting to include yourself in zat assessment. Ze work you do - all of you - it is important, and I hope to see you standing with your friends in victory in ze coming election. Mantle - hell all of Atlas - needs people like ze Happy Huntresses. People who want to do ze right thing for ze people - whether that falls in line with what ze military wants or not.”

He felt a kindred spirit in May Marigold. She was like him - born into wealth, but unsatisfied living a life of comfort within the safety of Atlas’ walls. There was a key difference, though. Riordan had been allowed the choice of becoming a Hunter. May had to forsake her old life to get what she wanted. It made Riordan admire the woman, to some extent.

“On a lighter note, you simply must tell me how you get your hair like zat. It’s beautiful, if you don’t mind me saying.”

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@happyhuntressmay (x)

“Vell, if I am to be given free reign to ask vhat I vant, I suppose I’ll start vith this,” Riordan said, running a hand through his dark hair to push it out of the way of his face, “Ve are not so different from vhat I can tell. Ve both have a desire to help zhose zhat cannot protect zhemselves, ja? I am, curious zhough, May, what inspired you to become a Huntress? Particularly one like yourself and zhe rest of your Happy Huntresses. Most who attend Atlas Academy continue on to zhe military. Not zhat I am judging you of course. I have my own beliefs zhat vould run counter to how zhe good General runs sings.”