#thefallenmaiden

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Sage was distraught at the sight of the fallen warrior in front of him. He never thought...he never thought she could be beaten, let alone this badly. He thought she was invincible, everyone did. Tears rolled down his bloodied face as he picked Pyrrha up. As carefully as possible, he carried her down the tower, heartbroken. When he reached the bottom he caught the eye of General Ironwood, who took him aside, and offered him an idea. 

Ironwood still believed that Pyrrha would be the one to take down Cinder, and he had a way to make that happen. With Sage’s cooperation, the Atlas military took the body of a once vibrant life, North, to an Atlas Research and Development Facility. There they worked around the clock to bring her back. Through a use of Atlas military technology, Dust, and state of the art medical training, she was revived, and was now recovering. 

Sage waited patiently outside her room, when a nurse excited, and gave him a small smile and a nod. “You can go in and see her now, she is conscious, and is asking for you.” The man gave her a nod of thankfulness and proceeded into the room. 

“Pyrrha?”

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Jaune’s ears were tuned to Pyrrha, but his eyes focused on the clock. “You’ll always have a place with us Pyr.”

Each tiny movement of the clock felt like both an eternity and as if it were slipping away all too fast. His stupid palms felt sweaty. But he had a new years resolution, and he meant to keep it.

Be brave.

Ten. Nine. Eight... Slowly, it reached zero. 

Jaune took a breath, and moved in for her lips.

It was quick, more a peck than a kiss. But still, he’d done it! He was still horribly nervous about her reaction, but finally, he’d managed to screw up his courage and take the plunge. It was all out in the open now.

“Pyrrha?” He asked, his voice cracking treacherously.

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“It’s a rare sight. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it so... peaceful in here,” she mused. “I’ll get a fresh set of sheets for you. Make yourself comfortable in the meantime.”

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Eye on the Tiger

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Mars was taking a shower as he was at Beacon for unknown reasons to anyone but himself. He had been training ever since he had lost to Pyrrha in those tournaments and has changed for the better since then. He looked around as it was a rather open shower kind of place. If someone where to walk in, they would see how nice of a body Mars had done. 

Training with Raven, being in the White Fang, and training in Beacon made his abs show, but they were not as big as a bodybuilder, but enough to show he worked out a lot.

He heard the door open as he looked to it, turning his body and showing off himself as he did not realize who would walk through that door.

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Jaune settled next to his partner, grinning boyishly. Yang had told him he should try roll playing with Pyrrha, so he came over as an overblown king. Maybe it would be fun?

 “I am the cuddle king.” He said, raising his nose in the air, and wrapping his arms around his beloved, and placing a peck on her cheek for good measure. Then he flipped his blanket-cloak over her, and nuzzled the cheek he just kissed. He smiled at her warmly. There was no other place he’d rather be, and nothing he’d rather be doing.

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Jaune set his jaw. “I’m not leaving you Pyrrha. “

He tenderly took his partner’s hands in his own , face softening. “I don’t care about danger, and no matter what you say about danger it’s not worth losing you. Nothing is.” 

He finished with a lopsided smile. He’d been surprised when she’d first changed before him. Scared, even. But it was still her, still the girl he loved more than life.

[jaune-refaire-arc]

The Night After

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When Jaune woke up, he felt warm and more comfortable than he had in months. He couldn’t recall last night well, probably because of all the booze, but his head didn’t hurt, and he vaguely recalled having a good time. He smiled. 

Then he realized that he wasn’t alone in his bed. Someone rested in his arms, and their feet tangled with his own. His smile slid off his face.

Jaune’s heart lurched sideways and started thundering in his chest. He hadn’t- he didn’t want this. He had someone he loved, and now he did this? Shame coiled in his belly.

Who would even want to sleep with him?

Dread making the movement slow and heavy, he slowly turned his head toward his bed mate, covers rustling.

Long, silken, red hair, and pale, creamy skin. The sweet, familiar scent of honey. Elegant features, more beautiful than Jaune could ever hope to describe, and ones he knew better than his own. Pyrrha, the woman he loved, slept in his arms.

Jaune felt himself relax. There was no way Pyrrha would consent to getting in bed with him; he must be dreaming. It wouldn’t be the first time he had such a dream. They were always wonderful, though tempered by sadness. The chances of them ever becoming reality where astronomically low, after all. 

It was shame he was only dreaming... But he could still enjoy it while it lasted, couldn’t he?

Jaune unlooped one of his arms from around her waist, so that he could gently brush away Pyrrha’s bangs. The obstacles removed, he pressed a kiss, slow and loving to her forehead. 

“I love you very much, mon cœur .” He whispered to his still sleeping partner.

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“Heeeeeeey, Pyrrrrrhaaaaa!” Jaune half said, half shouted. He staggered over to her; hanging out with SSSN had been a great idea. He’d been reluctant to start drinking, but a few drinks in he’d started feeling amazing! It had been a fun night already, and he didn’t realize it could get better.  But then his partner showed up!

He kept speaking as he approached her. If it was tonight, he could do it. He would confess his love, and get together with the girl of his dreams! What could possibly go wrong?

He grinned at her, face flushed from alcohol. “I love you, Pyrrhaaaa. Yer’ so nice, an’ brave, an’ smarh’, an’ pretty, an’ I wanna make you happy an’ smooch you. Li’e a lot. Mor ‘en I ever wanted any’hing. Pleashe go ou’ wi’h me?”