#fractaele

[becomestormaa]

for someone with a reputation for beings of ferocious nature, they made quick work of collecting a plate of hors d'oeuvres and leaving the gala immediately for peace and quiet. they settled down in abandoned courtyard sitting by a fountain. the dragon shifter was bewildered by humans that could linger so long in such a cramped and crowded area. it was so loud. there was music, singing, talking, and too many things at once for a recluse to handle. at the very least the food looked intriguing. if there was one thing ren was fascinated by it was human food. so fascinated they were by their colourful treat that they hadn’t noticed the presence of another nearby. ren bit into the strange pastry, registering unbearable sweetness and retching quietly before allowing the masticated monstrosity to fall back onto their plate. it was a given, that a fledgling dragon wouldn’t know proper table manners either. they weren’t exactly the picture of grace they’d been at the beginning of the party.   @fractaele   /   lucky dip sc.   /   enchanted masquerade au.

[vulpesd]

@fractaele​.   name a song your muse can sing every word to.   headcanon asks   (   acc.   )

fox is very good at memorising all manner of songs because music is important to him. it was one of the only things keeping tribe moral up when in the middle of the desert, lacking food, surrounded by monsters. it’s because of this, and his father, that fox knows how to play the guitar. he has perfect pitch, and is quite the good singer too if he can warm up his voice. there are a lot of songs he knows, but this one is very near and dear to his heart.

[lotusesque]

@fractaele​ said:

“ren! can you help me?” myrtenaster is in pieces on the table &. she is bent over examining a piece. “spring lock mechanism jammed.” not waiting for an answer, she hands him the guard to hold. “just hold that right there.” too preoccupied by her work , she hums as she puts the springs &. other pieces in place. “my weapon is fairly simple compared to others but requires pristine maintenance to be efficient.”

     looking up from his own work, ren’s eyes flickered over the disassembled weapon spread over the other end of the table, and he gave weiss a quizzical look. he didn’t ask any questions, however, as he walked around the side to stand next to her. he took a breath as if to speak just as she explained what was going on, and he closed his mouth and held out his hands to take what she was giving him. he let the guard settle in his palms, and he took a few moments to admire the elegance of her weapon, a design oh so different than what he knew how to handle. his own bladed pistols fit comfortably in his fingers, but myrtenaster was cold, a foreign touch to him. watching as she placed and rearranged things as necessary, he spoke up.

‘a rapier suits you,’ he murmured, glancing up to her busied expression for a moment. ‘sharp, swift, elegant ... directing your glyphs with it adds to the effect. how did you come to find a weapon that fit so seamlessly?’

[veiliisms]

“stay there, gouda.”

[dispetal]

         There    isn’t    much    sound    in    the    airship,    aside    from    the   gentle    buzzing    and    whirring    through    the   sky    and    occasional    conversation    between     Maria    and    the    group    aboard.    Morale    seemed    low    but    HOPEFUL,    which    was    okay    enough    for    the    leader,    as    she    reflected.    Most    of    the    group    was    either    asleep    by    now    or    keeping     to    themselves.    Her    eyes     met     every     member    with     passing    glance    until    they    met    with    Weiss,    who    was    still    awake.    Her    brows    knit    as    she    lightly     patted    the    seat    next    to    her:    an    offering.    She    tries    a    smile    and    it’s    genuine,    but    tired.

                  “Wanna     talk?    It’s    getting     pretty    quiet     here,    and    I    think    we    could    both    probably    use    the    company...”

              When   Ruby    thought    of    all    her    friend    and    teammate    had    to    go    through    during    the    past    couple    of    months    alone,    it’d    occurred    to    her     how    little    she    sat    down    and    TALKED    with    her.    It    would    be    nice    to   catch    up,    with    the    downtime    they    had     now,    until    they’d    be    back    at    it    again.

               Besides,    Ruby    HATES    being    left    alone    with    her    OWN    thoughts.

              @fractaele​      plotted!

[herfrost]

“can ... can you brush my hair ... for old times sake?” she asked as her fingers went through the long waves of white that fell from tight knit braid. / sof sof t

     ❝ i suppose … it has been awhile. ❞ a light breath leaves her lips, a smile forming slowly, before giving her sister a nod.  ❝ sit. ❞

she gathers weiss’ hair to her back, helping it all fall to place. she looks at her sister’s reflection on the mirror, her smile softening, before running a brush through the waves. in a way, this was how winter watched her sister’s growth. through the eyes of a mirror, through the length of her hair.

for the longest time, the younger schnee had kept her hair long, maintained it well — and it was a pleasure for the eldest to help groom it, especially after a long day. whether it be after her recitals, or those superfluous dinners. these kind of moments, it was just the two of them: eased by each other’s company.

     ❝ you made a wise choice, choosing to braid it. it could easily get in the way. ❞  it was why she kept her hair tucked into a bun. ❝ i admit, i’m not used to seeing it ... but it suits you rather well. ❞

a small compliment, before taking hold of the middle sections, and combing out the ends. winter’s shoulders come to relax, remembering bits of their childhood. weiss was one of the best parts of her life: a person easily able to help sneak a smile onto her lips, someone who saw past what others deemed cold. she was winter’s warmth.

     ❝ you used to sing while i did this. do you recall? ❞ another chuckle in reminiscence, as her gaze meets weiss’ in the mirror. ❝ — perhaps this is one part of you that hasn’t grown up … i’m glad. ❞

[metalpetals-a]

@fractaele​ / plotted starter. 

“ Weiss? ”  Her voice comes careful,  hesitant underneath the cover of darkness.  A crack of thunder booms outside and Ruby’s brow furrows into a faint frown.  That’s what had woken her up,  wasn’t it?  But it wasn’t why she was still awake. 

With a feather-light touch and a slow-moving gesture,  she presses the back of her hand against her partner’s forehead where she’s leaned slightly over her bunk,  cautious of startling her on accident.  The skin’s damp,  but...it’s not warm,  not like she’d expect a fever to feel.

Ruby’s frown deepens.  That just means then that... 

“ Weiss, ”  she tries again, raising her voice only slightly from a hushed whisper.  She glances over at the set of bunks beside theirs to make sure that their teammates are still asleep,  but the only movement she sees is the steady rise and fall of their chests.  “ Weiss,  wake up. ”  A hand reaches out to gently nudge her shoulder.  “ C’mon,  I think you’re having a bad dream. ”  

[crviis-a]

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     / A TEXT THAT WASN’T SENT / @fractaele​

     [ snowdrop ; sms ; MESSAGE UNDELIVERED ] im srry fer everythin thats hapened cus y met me.       [ snowdrop ; sms ; MESSAGE UNDELIVERED ] its my fault it all is none ve this would hapen if i jus kept t myself like i always did. its safer that way      [ snowdrop ; sms ] i got cofe if y wantin some