#mahaaraanee

[teamorcd-a]

@mahaaraanee​ X

Perhaps her tone had been far too harsh. Even so the reaction she got was very unexpected. No fire, no glinting gold, but instead, a smouldering glance away and a soft voice. Sienna was small. It was no shape for her to be in.

It was almost unsettling. Senka had overstepped a boundary, and now it was time to take that step back and make it right. This was not her intent, but the impact on the other was far more important. The thief’s expression softened, absent of her usual prodding and witticisms.

“I’m done.”

The faunus put a slow, gentle hand on the other’s shoulder and a voice that matched in tone. “You, on the other hand, have something you need a listening ear for. If you want mine.”

The woman lowered her head just a bit, as if to lower herself in humility as a peace offering, waiting for Sienna to look back at her.

“Where is someplace to go where you feel comfortable speaking without worrying about the walls listening?”

Senka could wait.

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@mahaaraanee​ continued from here:

“I know, but...what happened to you wasn’t fair and I...I really do want to help. You’re not involving me in ‘your messes’, I’m  involving myself. And all due respect, Sienna, but I’m probably going to do so whether you want me to or not.” She giggled a little, relishing the fingers through her hair.

[littleblackqrow]

@mahaaraanee​ (x)

“I’m not the one with the terrible wounds here.” Qrow retorted, kneeling down to get a better look at her injuries. After watching her fight, it was little wonder why Sienna Khan had risen to High Leader of the White Fang. One day, if they ever got on friendly enough terms, Qrow would love to test his skills against hers. 

For now, though, he had a job to do. The last of the Grimm attack were smoking in the tropical heat, waiting to finish dissolving. The only things left was to tend to the wounded, rebuild, and see to the dead.

“I know I’m not a great medic, but I can at least make sure you dont bleed out until a doc can come by.”

[boundariestcbreak]

@mahaaraanee​ continued from here:

It was the fact that Sienna didn’t ask any questions whatsoever about the situation, just held open her arms, that made Ilia really want to fall apart. But somehow, miraculously, she didn’t. Instead she closed the distance between them and hugged Sienna tightly-not enough to hurt, though, and buried her face in the older woman’s shoulder.

And it was at this moment she finally lost it and started crying.

[teamorcd-a]

@mahaaraanee​ X

“Infestation? Have you been seeing other lizards, Kitten?”

It was a familiar insult, only the fourteenth and a half time she had been called that. Surely Her Highness had something more clever to call her.

The throne room seemed a bit more sparse than usual, at least while the thief had been snooping around. Yet the universal constant was that Sienna was always here. Senka hadn’t the motivation to follow the tigress around outside of the building, and it was not like she needed to. Though, she was curious.

Taking a slow spin around the room, she hummed. “Do you always choose to brood in such an open place? The walls might start whispering about the treasures inside it.”

[teamorcd-a]

❤️ + mahaaraanee

I thought Sienna was cool and then somebody showed up and was like nah I’ma do it right.

Now it’s real talk time because I’m tired and thus I get sappier. Every time I read Risa’s writing, I feel like I’m learning something new in the best way possible. About the character, about writing itself, the emotions, thoughts, feelings, it doesn’t matter what it is. It’s one hell of a deep dive I jump in again and again. A wonderful inspiration and she’s one of many who drives me to do better. She just see’s something she wants to do, and does it well. She doesn’t sacrifice on any of her muses either, and that’s endearing.

Sometimes you need an opposite to figure things out about yourself and that’s what she’s done for me. Risa has been a good influence just by being patient and talking to me when she can. Couldn’t live without her at this point. A beautiful person inside and out.

Maybe this hellsite is really good for something?

Nah that’s giving it too much credit.

@mahaaraanee

[teamorcd-a]

Don't mind Sienna. Has no business being where she is. Small box in her hand as she walked by Senka, tossing it in the air for the other to catch. All neatly wrapped up with a cute little bow. It's one of Sienna's gold bangles contained within. An /excuse/ for the tigress to hunt the other down at a later time. Doesn't look back. Keeps walking. Middle finger up. Don't tell the advisors she's being /rude/.

How did she know?

Sienna was full of surprises. First, she had found Senka to walk by her. Secondly was the casual tossing of a small gift, easily caught with her semblance. Third of all, one of Sienna’s gold bangles had been given to her. An entirely backwards account of how things normally went.

Senka looked back at Sienna, already too far out of reach. Her gesture was given a smirk, confidence hiding the genuine flattery and smitten surprise. Why would she ever tell anyone about Sienna’s behaviour? That was for her and her alone after all.

The thief couldn’t help but chuckle quietly to herself. The classic fuck you? I’d much rather you do it yourself... but I’ll see you later.

Senka would make sure of it. First she had to figure out where Sienna got her information, and one snake was her best bet.

[teamorcd-a]

@mahaaraanee​ X

These were irregular circumstances. Senka wasn’t in her overconfident state of reckless words and casual flirting. A solemn, nagging thought in the back of her mind had brought her bold stature down. Staring absentmindedly at a wall, she felt unwell enough to remove her gloves, revealing many hidden secrets: The elbow down was covered in a mismatched array of scars: jagged, clean, faded, and fresh. Some twisted, gnarled and long. Some short but repetitive. It was only when Senka stopped looking at them with stern disdain, and tossed her gloves aside that she noticed Sienna had shifted with a silent fluidity.

It caught her off guard.

Copper eyes met the beautiful amber that were only one facet of Sienna’s beauty. Face held and a caressing thumb over her most prominent scar brought a warmth to her face. The sudden closeness was a welcome change, but Senka’s usual charisma had left her. Instead it was was replaced with a  swelling heat in her chest to add to her creeping blush.

Eyes gently shut when she leaned in, unsure of what was to come next but giving complete trust to Sienna. Her words felt comforting and reassuring. As a soft dampness came across her face, the words trapped in Senka’s throat came out only as a low flustered hum. Heated instinct brought her other free hand behind Sienna’s head.

“Maybe... but I’m...” Half lidded eyes were hazy for a second, until the thief realized what she was doing.

Embarrassment of becoming so entranced so quickly, having one hand meeting one of Sienna’s on her face and the other behind the tigress’ head. Faces close enough that whispers may have been to loud for conversation.The worst offender, was somehow Senka had not noticed her tail had lazily coiled around Sienna’s hips, languid on he thighs.

“hm... sorry.” An unusually shaken tone in the whisper, but her eyes didn’t look away. “I don’t think I’m... as strong as you are, Fire Opal.”

Senka didn’t want to steal from Sienna now. Especially something she wanted to earn.