#pyrrhaic-victory

[jaune-refaire-arc]

“We make damn beautiful babies, don’t we?” (From Pyrrha)

“Language.” Jaune rebuked, but his heart wasn’t in it. He was smiling at their beautiful baby. Though, if he was honest with himself, he would have thought  his little one was perfect so long as she was healthy. He was careful to support her head as he held his tiny daughter, swaddled in blankets.

“She is beautiful though. Aren’t you, my little Ru?” He cooed, waggling his fingers at the baby girl, who giggled and began to attempt to catch the digits.

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“Keep moving,” Qrow grunted, letting his hand rest vaguely threateningly on his weapon. Not that he thought she would be a problem. Ruby was still at Beacon, and would kill Jaune if Pyrrha didn’t behave herself. Not that Pyrrha knew it was Ruby who would do the killing. Just that he had an agent watching Jaune.

They were going back to his mother. Salem. Before this girl could put more of a dent in their plans. They’d done the transfer before he’d been able to stop it, before they were ready to proceed. At least this way, she couldn’t cause any more problems.

[koeniginschnee]

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“Before we begin today, we need to have a discussion.” Winter wanted to know what Pyrrha thought about everything that had happened. While she was there to help the girl learn how to use her abilities, progress would be hindered if her heart wasn’t in it.

She needed to know the truth. 

"Tell me, if you were never told there were lives on the line, would you have agreed to this?" She wanted to know what sort of choice Ozpin gave her. “If it was just power with no threat of someone else stealing them, would you have said yes?”

[luveus]

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“Pyrrha--you’ve blood on the side of your armor; are you alright? Did something happen?”

[slcyer-a]

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i wanted an excuse to see ur muses’ faces  / accepting !

hails i’m literally shook because every time i see pyrrha i fucking cry why u do this to me

[soverain]

          ❛ you... you survived ? ❜ maw agape by a mere half inch — rough vocals nestled harshly against the walls of coarse throat - sanguine in shade, spewing mellow poison `pon bewilderment. how could this girl possibly subsist !?

          bleach swum at the edge of vision, spiralling out & strangling memories — twisting once coherent shapes, thoughts, into nothing but blur of paste. she could not remember. recollect. the events that had so haphazardly transpired that night fleeted ever further from grasp.

          ❛ how... ? ❜

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they are now team junip

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[jaune-refaire-arc]

❝ I feel so nauseous today… ❞ (from Pyrrha with her pregnant with Aethon)

“I thought that fish, was, well… fishy.” Jaune said with a weak grin.

The pun was horrible, but the point stood. They’d stopped for fast food because of exhaustion on the way home from work, and Pyrrha had gotten a fish sandwich despite his pleas. They always mucked up seafood; he’d taken to counting the people who didn’t get food poisoning when they ordered it instead of those who had.

“Need me to hold your hair back?” He asked, voice thick with compassion.