#lightedsails

[fatepowered]

pyrrha trying to get her work done while percy, angelo and raleigh are all talking shit extremely loudly

[fatesunwritten-a]

" why is papa licking daddy's boobies? there's no milk in there anymore! "

[fatesunwritten-a]

" look, tits out? it's a fashion statement. all the rage in mistral. "

[meloraan]

“tell me, who are you?” // from raleigh @lightedsails to celie

no memes only replies | accepting | @lightedsails

“Celie Morel.”

She says it quickly—too quickly—and then seems to regret the sharpness of it, smoothing her expression into something practiced and eager. Her hand shoots out a second later, just a touch stiff, as though she’d rehearsed this introduction in her head and nearly fumbled it.

“You must be Raleigh,” she adds, a flicker of nervous brightness in her eyes. “Percy’s partner. He—he mentioned you. Briefly. Well. Not briefly. He was very specific about your work.”

That part is delivered with unmistakable admiration, but it’s not quite for Raleigh. It’s for Percy. It always circles back to him.

Up close, the details are impossible to miss: brass-and-steel gauntlet hugging her forearm, rotating vials slotted neatly into place; pale blonde hair that looks just slightly too processed under the lab lights; gold contacts that catch unnaturally when she blinks. Everything about her is meticulous; labeled trays, aligned notes, tools arranged in perfect rows on the workstation behind her.

Her grip is firm, almost overcompensating. She holds on a fraction of a second too long.

“Percy doesn’t tolerate incompetence,” she adds, almost reflexively. Then, softer, with a small, awkward laugh: “So I’m sure you’re…very good.”

Behind the eagerness is something smaller. A quiet hunger for approval. She stands just half a step angled toward Percy’s workspace, like she’s physically tethered to it, like if he called, she would snap to attention without thinking.

“And if you need anything,” she says quickly, almost too eagerly, “inventory logs, calibrated Dust compounds, stabilized mixtures—I keep everything organized. He shouldn’t have to waste time on…smaller tasks.”

[th-nocturne]

"the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma." // mayhaps branna to qrow? lightedsails n all that jazz

✧ SpongeBob Starters // accepting ✧

"Yeah?" Qrow considered the Faunus. "I'm guessing the majority of your thoughts are about your wife." He spoke from experience. "Can't say I know you well enough to guess anything else."

[meloraan]

"really, do i let you rant to me, or am i just stuck in the same lab as you?" // woe, relationship bingo from the college friend be upon ye

percy bingo | accepting | @lightedsails

Percy snorts as he looks over the card, shaking his head with an exasperated little laugh. “Raleigh, I know you’re messing with me by filling this out,” he says, rolling his eyes as he sets the paper down on the lab bench.

Still, his mouth quirks upward despite himself. He taps the lone marked line with one finger, thoughtful, amused. “But I’ll take the single bingo as evidence for why we’re good pals.” A brief pause, then a dry smirk. “Even if your methodology is deeply questionable.”

[fatesunwritten-a]

@isolement asked: "can you walk?" // from ren @lightedsails to ruby no memes only replies | accepting from mutuals

" i... i think so. " her knees are shaking as she stands, boots covered in muck and mud. her aura had shattered mere moments before she hit the branches that softened her fall, sending tree limbs and evergreen needles everywhere, leaving the fall to the ground rough. she managed to catch herself on her feet, though the force to which she hit the ground was barely dampened by the very same sludge that had caught her and the debris her violent fall sent scattering to the earth.

" ah- AH! " the same shaky knees buckle as she falls back into the very same muck that broke her fall. there's a burning throbbing in her ankle, still buried in the grimy ground. she's twisted an ankle before, but her aura pool had still been full enough she could draw from it, sparing her the pain and discomfort she currently felt. okay... maybe she COULDN'T walk. but the nearest village wasn't that far, was it? she could hobble her way back to the very same village that had asked them to handle the grimm threat outside their walls.

[fatepowered]

"how could you possibly think that was a good idea?" // aaand vegetable vegeta @lightedsails to a18!

" who knew you could be so boring ? " 18 brushes her hands together, then places them on her hips. " we're getting you out of that god-awful shirt and into a color that actually works for you. Speaking of which, you know what color does work ? Pink. " / @lightedsails