She was a good fighter, he wouldn’t deny that at all. And perhaps he found himself staring at her longer than he was supposed to. Perhaps he found the corners of his lips twitching up quicker than usual at the sight of her. She was strong, indefinitely strong. And he didn’t think she realized that... Or did she? Licking his lips once, he shifted his form, ready to call out a cheer toward her, a compliment in her direction.
However a grimm made sure to stop such an action, causing him to curse and dart away, finger on the trigger and pulling it. He would make sure that after this battle, she would get his praise.
He’d like to see a smile creep on her face, even if it was accompanied with a blush and a stutter, things he liked about her.
Ey! Name’s Rachel Santos at your service! You look like a fine young miss, hm?
3:What's your opinion on Faunus? On Humans?
I’m very neutral on this. I grow up with human and faunus my entire life, but I couldn’t believe myself when I saw some certain humans hate us. It was sad, all sad. I wish someone can change that, huh?
7:Polishing, sharpening, cleaning, tightening... how do you go about weapon maintenance?
I clean thoroughly my staff! Then when I changed to its cane form, I sharpen this baby hook blade of mine! They’re sweet, are they?
9:What color is your Aura?
I was told by dozen that mine’s a light blue. I guess, it make a lot of sense of why I wear light blues, it’s that obvious? Or it was a coincidence? Maybe both~ Hahaha!
Send me ☼ to hear what my character thinks of yours!
LoganShe started off pretty quiet, but she definitely isn't always reserved! She's crazy on the battlefield! ...Sometimes literally I think. Either way, she's a great friend and someone I trust watching my back!
JenCan't say I've met the girl, but I like her hair!
♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing?
He does have a scar, yes. He received it in one of the many foolish things he has done in the past. This one proved to be just that bit more dangerous. It was given to him by a Sneasel Faunus and reaches from his hip to his waist. He usually just tries to brush it off, though.
❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?
Well for one, the obvious place. For two, he really melts when people play with his hair, so I'd say his hair and his privates.
♥ : Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare?
If it's in an intimate relationship... Yes wonderful, please do! Cuddles is always good. And perhaps a nice warm shower for two.
☯ : If you’re comfortable with it, write a drabble about our muses doing something naughty. If not, put a strikethrough across this one in your reblog (or simply don’t do it; your blog, your rules ;3).
Once more I remind everyone reading this that I am trash in the smut department.
There was a soft, almost breathless gasp that came from the girl under neath him as he pressed lips to delicate skin. He could not help but feel his lips twitch upward for a second, letting his lips brush over her skin before giving her nipple a very soft nip, tongue darting out for a second to caress the spot.
There were fingers that almost nervously grasped at his hair, a small noise made, it caused him to chuckle against her skin as he let his kisses lead downward, over her stomach, to down below. Until finally he had found what he was looking for.
And he could not help but enjoy the squeal that came from the girl.
There was a surprised glint in the red-head's eyes as he glanced over at the other, remaining silent for a while before his lips curved up in a grin and he took her hand, bowing his head.
"Why I'd love to mademoiselle. Are you ready to be dazzled on the dancefloor?" he joked lightly, a smile curling around his lips.
