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Quick little oneshot about early Beacon JNPR.
Ren wants to look for frogs. Surely his new teammates want no part of that? But he forgets the most important rule of his longest friendship: Nora's never wrong when it counts.
Slumped against the wall, Nora can feel her brain flickering like a bad lightbulb. The cold night air and hard flagstone beneath aren't helping her think straight either. She's not only woozy from blood loss, but also delirious from whatever it is in Weiss' bite. It makes it hard to focus on the pale girl kneeling in front of her. Weiss is sobbing, tears running down her face, mingling with Nora's blood on her chin. She looks almost nothing like the bloodthirsty girl from moments ago.
"Nora? No, no, no, Nora, I'm so sorry," Weiss hiccups, running her hands down Nora's neck. Her fingers flutter over the bloody mess there, dancing across her freshly-healed skin and her weak pulse.
Nora reaches up to gently grab her wrist. "It's okay, Weiss-"
"It is definitely not okay! Why did you think this was a good idea? What was I thinking?" Weiss tries to pull away from her, but it's only half-hearted. "Nora, I could have killed you!"
"But you didn't," Nora rasps. "Weiss, look at me."
Nora reaches out with her other hand and strokes Weiss' cheek. She means to wipe some of the blood away, but she ends up smearing it worse.
Finally Weiss does look up, eyes reflecting the light and fangs still extended due to either distress or latent hunger, possibly both. Nora giggles at the sight of her.
She means to say something encouraging, something smart and sensitive, something like 'I forgive you' or 'you didn't hurt me' or 'you're not a monster'.
Unfortunately, Nora's brain is now deep in the grip of the post-fed-upon high, so what comes out of her mouth is this:
"You are so cute with my blood all over your face."
It's that moment that her brain finally chooses to give up on consciousness. Nora passes out to the tune of Weiss' shrill worry and indignation, wondering if she just made the Ice Queen blush.
hi i saw this post:
🩷🧡🤍🩵
blacked out, and when i came to, i had written this.
NORA'S FINE. she's just sleepy. :)
this isn't canon to ssvau by the way. it's an au branch of a moment in the future of the fic.
i continue to leave comments in a document only i ever read. a miniature callback that i wrote and immediately pinged as one, even though it doesn't quite requote it. the theme is there. nora valkyrie, you can do anything you put your mind to 💗💗💗 tank a deathstalker stinger, absorb more electricity than a lightning strike, save your friend from the inevitable!