#colorfaded

[skountravels]

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[arcticglauca]

@colorfaded​: con

He wished that he could say he was surprised. That the imagine of the newest faunus member of the Atlas staff, battered and bloody gave him any sort or reaction rather than bitter resignment. Well, that and a white hot protective anger that made him want to dig his talons into someone something. Ah, but he could order a time slot in one of the training rooms later. For now, he made his way to the minifridge and grabbed and ice pack. 

“Fuck what the headlines say.” 

With well practiced ease, the pack is bound in a cloth as he crosses the distance, before being pressed gently to the vulture’s jaw. 

He wishes his ADA could growl. Could hum. Could do anything but turn to electric error to voice his emotions beyond basic words. 

“Tawnie I--” Was born and raised in Mantle. Lived his life being hit from both sides. Those from above reminding him that he’d never belong, and those bellow marking him traitor. Sellout. And sometimes, before that, taking a strike against someone they could lord themselves over, even at the bottom. 

“If you let them get away with it, they’ll never stop.” 

[gunchucks]

@colorfaded​ cont. from x

         alright, no professor attached. got it. still, ‘ counselor tawnie ’ didn’t have the same ring to it -- not that sun’s here to argue over word implications or... whatever. respect is still respect -- spoken or not. so with a simple, slow nod, he pushes it to the back of his head.

         after all, there are more pressing matters at hand. 

         the other’s discomfort is not unnoticed and the simian shifts his weight, fingers wrinkling the bottom hem of his shirt. why are they upset with him? ... well, the simple answer is because of everything, but that response is neither helpful nor accurate. luckily, tawnie seems to know exactly what to say -- to try his own hands -- claws? to untangle his jumbled thoughts. with a heavy exhale and gaze downcast, sun frowns in thought, attempting to pin when exactly it all started. 

         ❛ i do want to ask him but he never wants to talk to me -- about it or anything. i mean, what i mean is... i left him and the rest of my team to help a friend in need, and i thought they’d be fine without me ‘cause well, i’m their leader. i’ve seen them in action -- i know what they’re capable of. but after i came back, he’s just... mad at me for leaving him the team behind. ❜

[brokenclockwork-a]

@colorfaded​: con

“I’m not angry with him. Just...sad that things came to this.” 

Gloved fingers of one hand fiddle with the cuff of the other. It never seemed to fit right. Or so his brain was convinced by the nerve damage, in the scarred fingers. And...it was one of the more subtle anxious motions he’d picked up since he’d crawled out of Beacon’s ruins. 

Things were supposed to be better now. Reaching Leo was meant to be a victory. A light at the end of such a terribly painful and long road. Yet, now that all was said and done...a part of him wished that he hadn’t made it out of the vault. That he hadn’t lived to see this day. 

Perhaps---surely this would hurt less through the lens of a new host. 

“Leo...wasn’t built for this. He wasn’t like James and I. He was kind, and gentle. Warm and comforting. The sort of headmaster that had his offers for talks taken up by students. The sort of person you wanted to confide in.” 

How many hours had he spent talking to the man on his scroll? How many letters had they exchanged? Evenings spent in the Haven office, drinking tea and discussing books and students and...a future he had believed they both believed in. 

“I did this to him.” 

[hollrvaldr]

Continued from [x]

“‘M fine,” he snaps back, a small snarl in his voice with fangs bared slightly, tail bristling.

He couldn’t help it. With people he didn’t know all that well, he was...touchy, to say the least when it came to someone knowing he was injured. Broken bones, stab wounds, anything of the sort, he always hid it.

“Do ya know a trick er not?”

[invernc]

@colorfaded gets a stressed Winter.

“Mr. Holter, this is very thoughtful of you.” Winter said. She was here on the General’s orders, but she really wasn’t sure why. Did he honestly expect her to talk about her past to a complete stranger? “However, it isn’t necessary.”

[veiliisms]

*AFTON & TAWNIE. / @colorfaded​ (sc.) -

“i’d recommend keepin’ your work on the students. you don’t gotta try an’ pry in on my shit.”

[canefought]

@colorfaded​    /    continued.

he chuckles.  “ back when i was a student, this silly little thing would have healed quite quickly. “  only ozpin would call being mauled by an ursa a silly little thing -- an injury that has only recently healed enough for ozpin to rid himself of bandages and accompanying sling.  “ i suppose i am getting old. “

wry smile falls to something much more tired at tawnie.  “ thank you for the offer, but my pain is my own. you have done enough. “