#clockwork--heart

[hxntresses]

"Happy birthday, Pyhhra."

Ren utters it while pressing a bracelet into her hands. It's clearly made very carefully by hand, likely his own, of his shed scales. The beautiful pink scales have a sharpened edge and it takes her only a second to realize Ren has gifted her both an accessory and a weapon as her semblance finds the metal within the bracelet can come apart and go back together smoothly to give her tiny projectiles.

❝ Oh! ❞

Carefully taking the bracelet into her grasp, Pyrrha smiles as she examines the gift her teammate had seemingly made by hand - from his own scales, nonetheless. Although, it doesn't take her long to notice that it indeed had—a secondary purpose; a small surge of her polarity all that was needed to confirm the scales' use as projectiles as well.

❝ It's—beautiful, Ren. Thank you. ❞ The bracelet is slipped over her wrist, and her smile softens as her gaze returns to her friend. ❝ I'm honoured that you would entrust me with so many of your scales. ❞

[auratold]

She's alive. He has to keep reminding himself of that. Has to soothe his racing core whenever he sees her falter in her steps. Ren knows Pyrrha is strong, knows she can recover from this. But his own innate instincts want him to fret over her and kill any who look at her and-- Ren is more human than grimm. Has to remember that.

He only lets those possessive, fiercely protective grimmling instincts take over in the dark of night, when he can safely curl his tail around Pyrrha and put his head on her chest to listen to her heart to remind him it still beats. When his eyes look just a touch more red than pink, when his claws rest on the groups blanket Like tonight, where his frame curls up against her and his head carefully rests in it's usual place while trying not to disturb Jaune himself on the other side.

Ren worries a bit more than usual though when Pyrrha's frame shifts to accommodate them both. He can't help it, she needed rest and he might have bothered her-

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up."

Sleeping amongst her teammates tended to quell nightmares of Beacon before they started. Jaune, Nora, Ren- their presence was soothing, never failing to bring a sense of security and home. But neither that comfort nor her aura could damper the lingering pain from her healing wounds. Pyrrha found herself shuffling slightly as she woke, a jolt of pain from her chest registering before the gentle pressure to the side of it, Ren's head no doubt.

"Mm, you didn't wake me, it's alright." Pyrrha starts, her voice thick with sleep. She doesn't want to admit that pain did, doesn't want to worry her teammate. Gods, she's put them through enough, the three of them having to watch her slow recovery from wounds that should have taken her life. Instead, she draws even breaths, focusing on the simple in and out motion than the flare up of pain that had woken her before turning slightly to look at Ren. "Are you okayt? It's bound to be late."

[mama-grimm]

“HoneySleepy, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?”

return of fae verse... cornerwitch cares about sleepy

The young fae was taken a bit by surprise at hearing Cornerwitch, she hadnt expected anyone would find her here.

"O-Oh.... im fine really... i just miss my father.. and sisters, that's all."

[mama-grimm]

“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but… I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.”

Oscar

Those were not the words that she had expected from the current host of Ozma's soul and she hadnt expect the boy to be so casual about bleeding as much as he was.

"NOT THAT SERIOUS? You're a mortal child!You're not suppose to be bleeding, espically not that much! Lets get that wound of yours treated right away."

[esperhuntress]

Monarch's claws skim over Glynda's skin, tracing marks he himself had left years before. His lips twitch, expression fluctuating between a scowl and possibly regret? He's uncertain.

"Do you ever wish King had overpowered me? Or that he had been somehow immune? Would you be happier then?"

A rare moment of peace was not to be squandered. So warm and firm, she was leaned all the way into him. Her head pressed to his chest. Breathing, calm, deep, and slow. She never wanted it to end, not with how his fingers played along her back and arms.

And then it did. He spoke all too soon. His question troubled her.

Glynda thought, and the answer was a surprise even to her.

"I am happy as you are. That will never change." She mumbled, already committing back to her rest. "Besides, you are still my king."

"It would be nice not to worry about contagion...but even then, I don't care. I still love you."

[esperhuntress]

Monarch's claws graze over Glynda's bare skin, following every little mark he'd left on her back with diligent eyes. Finally satisfied, he leans in to plant a kiss on her cheek and pull the blanket tighter around them both.

"Oz-!"

/No/

"Monarch..."

The huntress stirred, reaching for him. When her hand conected with his shoulder she immedietly relaxed, her head falling back down. Dazed from slumber, Glynda almost questioned if the kiss pressed to her cheek a second later had been real. She sought his chest, burrying her face in against him and sighed.

His arms were around her, pulling the blanket above them.

"I thought you were leaving." She whispered, her words laced with exhaustion.

[mama-grimm]

@clockwork---heart liked for a Aurora Starter

Aurora had learned her lesson from the last time that she had left her home to take a peek at the human world, and this time she only walked a bit away from the ring that lead to her home.

She was just sitting in a forest clearing, surrounded by flowers, when she began to heard footsteps coming towards her. She thought nothing of it at first, thinking that it might just be her mother checking up on her.

The footsteps got close and closer untill they stopped close by. She turned aroynd, expectkng to see her mothe but was instead met with the sight of a strange man. She couldnt do anything but starebat him out of fear.

[mama-grimm]

"If they keep giving you trouble, feel free to funnel the mortals to me." Local Salem helps other local Salem.

"I will make sure to keep that in mind... but i dont want you to have to deal with these.... odd mortals who dont seem to have any fear in their bodies."