#unstrayed

[valorsouls-blog]

     the contents of her bag remain a pandora’s box, something she hasn’t dared open or even touched since everyone settled into their suites. never mind that all of her clean clothes, tools, and sanitary products are in there— a piece of gambol shroud sat on top of them all like its own damn throne, ruling over every decision yang made when she had the thought to rifle through her belongings. that broken piece of metal was an omen waiting to ensnare yang, remind her of just what she’d done with it.   

     still. still, if she was going to take care of her hair, it had to be now. there was no way she was going to let dirt, and blood ( was it even hers or his? ) stick inside the curls, which would be much worse than letting her fingers touch a stained blade. yang’s breath released in a growl as she sank to the floor and zipped her duffel bag open, hand quickly stirring around the content. she felt a sharp object scrape against her skin a little, but she didn’t even care. the moment yang felt for the bottle, she retrieved it and hovered it in the air like a grand prize, and then swiped a spare change of clothes into her fists.

     ❝ gonna go take a shower real quick, ❞ yang says and aims a quick smile at blake. as she steps into the shower, she stops and pokes her head out. ❝ uh, and also do you wanna go look around the shops with me after i’m done? we could... fix gambol. ❞

poor gal’s so nervous to ask she doesn’t even realize the shower has transparent walls. @unstrayed

[moononym]

“     yo,   bella.     ”          cup was raised as soon as attention was turned to them,          “     gotcha one. didn’t know how y’like it, though, so i got extra sugar packets, just in case.     ”          / @unstrayed — liked !

[hexadigital]

[stormflowerhonor]

how does ren normally do with being at big parties (is he uncomfortable? nervous?)?

Ask Ren Questions || Always Accepting

He doesn’t do very well lmao. Seriously, he is super uncomfortable at big parties. The Beacon Dance was an exception because he’d been with his team and he’d had time to prepare and psych himself up for it. But Robyn’s victory party would’ve been hell for him even if he had been in a good mood or wanting to have a night off with his friends. Because that party was full of mostly strangers except for Ruby, Nora, Penny and Marrow.

[petalfatesa]

“Are you sure you’re okay?” 

“I...”

Ruby fell silent, gaze shifting from the ground. She could lie again right? No one had noticed her struggling. At least she hoped so. Everything was so difficult and it felt like everything was resting on her shoulders alone. Yes, she had her friends. She had her uncle, and all of their allies. But she was the leader. Of both team RWBY and RNJR. She was the one who lead the charge, especially with Ozpin hiding away inside of Oscar’s mind. She was the one with the special powers. She was the one with the eyes that could destroy the grimm.

And the pressure was too much. Ruby had done her best to hide her stress and anxiety about everything. But she could feel herself starting to slip. She could feel the cracks going larger and large, pieces of her facade crumbling off into dust. And now, with Blake asking her such a question, she couldn’t stop the tears from rolling.

“No...No I’m not okay. This is too much. How can I be the one in charge? I’m..I’m just a kid! But I’m the one everyone is looking to! I’m the one supposed to lead us through this!”

@unstrayed​ dredges up some feels

[crviis-a]

qrow looks pitiful this morning, sprawled out along the couch, & apparently nobody had pitied him yet this morning. it's typical for blake to be the first awake out of a group, or at least, the first to emerge from her room into the morning darkness of a house. upon seeing his figure, she rolls her eyes & sighs before walking into the kitchen & to the coffee machine to make him a mug of black coffee. wordlessly, she leaves it on the table by the couch & heads out the front door for a run.

           he’s a light sleeper. always has been. at least, until exhaustion gets the better of him and the corvid’s body gives up on staying alert - staying constantly attuned to any single possible danger around him. that’s when qrow does most of his resting. he works himself until he’s unable to keep going. wait impatiently for his body to catch up with his mind and then go again. really, it’s worked this long - corvid doesn’t see any reason to try and force any kind of change. not as far as he can see, anyway. he’s sure a certain blond would argue against that sentiment. 

          this time, though? he isn’t awoken by the sound of footsteps nearby, or the sound of coffee cup being set down on the table a few inches away from his head where he’s sprawled out on the sofa. what wakes him is the sound of the front door being clicked open. breath surges through huntsman’s frame - muscles taut and eyes snapping open wide. hand makes an instinctive reach for thorwald despite the weapon being leant against the wall on the other side of the room. movement catches the faunus’ hair as she disappears out of the door - sleep hazily blinked from pink hues. 

          threat assessment is beyond his sleep addled mind, leaving qrow to sit there blinking absently to himself until steam from newly placed coffee cup catches the huntsman’s attention. huh. still, a small smile finds battle worn features. “kids these days....” voice is small as the corvid lays himself back down again - allowing his body to drop the tension as exhaustion washes over him again. the day can wait another few hours, he’s sure. // @unstrayed

[becomestorm]

she approaches them with a plastic container in her hand filled to the lid with deep brown cookies from what had once been oreos. "i put this together for you for the road," she says, extending the container to them. their long train trip to argus lie ahead, and putting a snack together for her classmate seemed appropriate. "nora said you liked them like this, and i just gave all of the cream from them to her and ruby."

                                                                @unstrayed.

it was small little nuances like this that really threw ren off their guard, which was saying something for someone perpetually on high alert. at one point they would have proclaimed they were someone who hated surprises, so unwilling to accept the depths of human psyche, but this time had been pleasant. blake was thoughtful. blake was sweet. one wouldn’t have been able to tell right away from her previous aloof nature, but those she had in regard caught glimpses of her softer sides. ren supposed this was one of them, and who were they to decline such a heartfelt gesture.   ‘   you shouldn’t have.   ’   they took them eagerly, placing container in satchel while already mentally comparing which teas to enjoy with the treats. she really didn’t need to, they assumed it was painstaking scrapping off the cream when both ruby and nora would hav gladly devoured the entire biscuit.

‘   i do enjoy them more this way. i can’t say my dentist would be pleased with me.   ’   faunus teeth were valuable things, as blake probably knew well. messing them up with treats used to be nigh unforgivable for ren as a child, these in moderation wouldn’t do much harm. it was the gesture, more than the treat that was the allure. blake hadn’t always been the easiest person to get to know, the understand the affections of. this was her affection, in her own awkward way. it was simple things, like swapping novels they believed the other would like, remembering blake like her toast with avocado, her inclination towards sushi   (   especially tuna,   )   that ren took to mind and remembered later, just as they did with each of their friends. but it had been a long time since their own preferences were remembered. they were used to nora knowing, she’d had a lifetime drill in the peculiarities of ren’s taste. blake didn’t have to go through the trouble.

‘   meet me in the dining cart later ? i know the perfect soy milk tea that will go with these.   ’

[petalfatesa]

blake hadn't seemed to notice it before, but the large crowd surrounding team rwby as they walked through the streets of atlas seemed to silence ruby. with brows lowered and concerned tonality, blake nudges ruby's arm gently. "hey, you okay?"

There were so many eyes. So many people just staring at her. Here in Atlas, their group tended to stand out with all of their bright colors and slightly tattered clothing. Most people here were sophisticated; High class even. They all had their air around them that reminded Ruby of when she first met Weiss. ‘No wonder Weiss was like that.’ She thought, keeping her head down while occasionally glancing up. Her hands grew clammy, a slight tremble to them. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Blake nudged her.

“I...um..” Ruby tries to smile, albeit forced, but she can tell that Blake wouldn’t let her sweep this under the rug. Probably. “I’m..not so great with huge crowds. It’s just..they’re all staring. And judging..and I hate it.”

@unstrayed