@vulpesd » " oh her ? s'nothing - we had a .. a thing way back when we started at shade. sometimes we get drinks. " it's a lot more daunting talking about bedmates with former bedmates than before, or was it simply because it was yang ? fox had never had any problem telling the truth but it had never made him this uncomfortable before. " why ? what's wrong, xiao long ? "
she ‘ s never known jealousy before , to be perfectly truthful. yang ‘ s had people come &. go , left behind the moment phoenix grew bored of their company &. leaving their affections behind to choke on dust from bumblebee ‘ s wheels. so why is she suddenly feeling so bitter now ? xiao long is silent alongside fox at first , expressionism steely &. the very thing giving her bubbling ire away being the steady plume of smog on each breath through her nose. scathing eyes watch the stranger in question as she swirls her drink , the ice rattling against the glass &. finally a long slurp through the straw that ends on an audible gulp. yang ‘ s certain she ‘ s nice , &. yet here she is anyway , sending glares from across the bar like some huffy teenager. she &. fox were never a thing , never a couple outside of their meetups in dorm rooms &. various other spaces that should not be mentioned to the faint of heart ; vulpine has every right to do what he wants , right ? as does yang , she can ‘ t expect something unofficial to stand still for gods know how long when she ‘ s off being chased by grimm &. military personnel alike. yang averts her gaze when the mystery girl leaves , back down to her drink &. how tight her prosthetic manages to hold the glass in a vice grip.
&. how quick a pang of hurt swoops in to replace this burning jealousy in a mere heartbeat.
❝ she ‘ s pretty. y ‘ got good taste. ❞ phoenix finally speaks , but not on the cadence of a chuckle followed playful elbow nudge that one would expect from her. the way yang speaks is dry , almost monotone. almost like there ‘ s something acidic on the tip of her tongue. why does it hurt so bad ? when has a phoenix grown to be so fond of a fox whose charm &. wit is noticeable even in the most dangerous of sandstorms ? maybe it ‘ s because yang never lost memory of his touch upon warm flesh , how fox was the first one to knock her on her ass in an attempt to reignite her fire after beacon fell , the rasp of his voice in yang ‘ s ear , the — gah. stop this , xiao long. ❝ nothing , ❞ yang says , shaking her head &. setting out her half of the bill on the table. ❝ m ‘ fine. it ‘ s just getting a little late , ❞ barely even 10 o ‘ clock at night. ❝ ' an i think i should be heading back. ❞ when yang stands , something in her makes her brush a strand of unruly crimson behind fox ‘ s ear before she ultimately turns. ❝ see ya’ around , alistair. ❞
