#noirdonna

[unfcrtunatescn]

@noirdonna​

“Belladonna,”

[courtclover]

@noirdonna​  said:  "Ne vous présentez pas dans une langue que vous ne parlez pas." [ unprompted ] 

Clover raises a curious eyebrow and honestly, has not a clue what the huntress said to him. 

“Blake Belladona, I speak three languages, roughly a fourth, and unfortunately, I don’t know that one.” 

[vox-omnium]

@noirdonna wants to be pawed!

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Emerald was staring respectfully. Or at least, mostly respectfully. A little respectfully. She’s certain it had been completely respectful earlier that day, when Blake had appeared wearing a skirt, and she’d continued to stare thusly for the rest of the day. 

Until now, when Blake was resting on the bed on her stomach, book propped open against a pillow, and looking lost to the world, caught up in a sea of words that led to some far way land. 

It wasn’t her fault Blake’s legs looked good. It wasn’t her fault her ass looked so good. Or the fact that the shirt and skirt together hugged her hips so well. 

Not. 

Her. 

Fault. 

She was begging to be pawed at a little, pardon the pun. She’d make sure not to repeat it, anyhow, as it popped in her head. Emerald was sitting up against the headboard, her own book set to one side, legs crossed, dressed down in sweats and a tank top. Much less fancy, much less cute.

No matter. 

Lifting her book, Emerald pretended to read as she reached out with the other hand and gently rubbed from the small of Blake’s back and over her tail bone, dragging her nails just a little.

[schneeisms]

@noirdonna asked:

❝ people are kind of like art. everyone is going to see something different when they look at you. ❞

Damn Blake for being right. That didn't make it sting any less; it didn't make the stares any worse as they made their way through the streets of Mistral, making a small trip for supplies before departing to Argus. Weiss had only packed a few small things coming out of Atlas; she was missing a lot of essentials—real essentials, not rich girl essentials—and that was going to be a problem. Her single bit of luggage had been lost and destroyed in the airship crash, and there was no way she was going to get it back.

“I know, I just—” She drew in a deep breath, letting out a long sigh. “People here already give me the side-eye. Everyone probably thinks the SDC is the reason the Mistral Trading Company's raised prices on Dust lately..." And risen they certainly had. Unfortunately, Atlas' embargo was the problem, not her father's decisions. Frankly, the higher the prices, the less he'd sell; even he wouldn't want to raise them to the prices they were at now, not given the demand for supply. The faster they could fly off the shelves, the better for him.

Letting out a low grumble, Weiss crossed her arms. “And Atlas is only going to get worse. Who knows what sort of—story he’s concocted about my leaving. He already—” she paused, uncertain she even wanted to talk about that. Who would complain about being locked up in a giant manor? It wasn't like she was at a loss for things to do there.

[unfcrtunatescn]

“  i like having you here at night.  ”

@noirdonna

Mercury had his arm draped loosely over Blake's waist as they laid in bed. Doing their bed to bed to enjoy the morning before they had to get up. He certainly was not getting up first. He would have to be dragged out of bed, thank you very much.

"Is it because people don't come and wake you up in the morning, worried I'm going to stab them?"

He wouldn't put it past himself to do that.

"Or is it for the cuddles and morning breathe?"

[unfcrtunatescn]

"i want the k" 🥺

6. A gentle peck @noirdonna

He was trying to pay attention. He really was. And Blake was a good and patient teacher, helping explain the math concepts to him. He really should have been trying harder to appreciate Blake's help and spending her free time doing this.

But she also made the cutest face while she tried to explain where he was going wrong. The way her nose scrunched up, and she tilted her head to the side to read his hand writing.

Mercury blinked a few times as she looked at him for a response. Instead of admitting he was listening, he leaned forward and gave her a soft peck on the lips.

[littleblackqrow]

@noirdonna replied to your post “((Blake and qrow: having a bit of a laugh together...”:

neither did danny

​((alright nerd =P

[unfcrtunatescn]

1, 6, 10

What’s the lie your character says most often?

That he's fine. Like obviously if you talk to him he is not fine, and has lived a life that would make a therapist need a therapist from just listening to him talk about it. But Mercury acts like and says he's fine all the time. He knows, objectively he's not, but he's also of the mindset that it doesn't change what happened acknowledging to others all the time that he's not fine.

So yeah, he has to trust someone a lot before he admits that he knows he's not okay.

6. What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

I'd say it's not so much that he's hiding that he has a favourite grease for his mechanical joints, he just doesn't interact with a lot of people in a positive way to recommend his favourite.

10. What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

Mercury knows so much about poisonous plants, their effects, effectiveness, and how different dosages have mild to deadly effects. Do not bring up poisonous plants around them, he will not stop talking.

His favourite flower is oleander.