#volume 7.

[becomeshield-a]

                 under normal circumstances, he asks before supplying aura to his mate; not only does jaune consider it somewhat intimate, but he knows how they feel when he pushes him limits and gives more than he can handle. 

                 this time, however, in the now eerily quiet alley with still disintegrating grimm dusting through a stiff breeze, jaune doesn’t wait a second before hands start glowing. he’s kneeling beside the dragon, palms out at the no-doubt painful gash spanning along their abdomen. not life-threatening, but it could have been so much worse. it could have been avoided. just because he hadn’t been watching that particular direction didn’t mean he would have been so vulnerable to require a sacrificial blow. but ren was there in a blink and there was a bark of pain before sword plunged itself through the head of the grimm that struck. 

                he says nothing, merely glares at his own aura as it fades to pink, finding the angry looking wound and beginning the slow process of closing it up. // @becomestorm​ 

[becomeshield-a]

unceremoniously drapes themselves over their mate, nuzzling into the back of his neck. no, they're not being possessive what are you talking about.

            “and i don’t even like zucchini, much less a whole casserole of it-” he’s still going on about his day, knowing ren is listening even with the lack of sight on their face. jaune accommodates the dragon as they drape along him as if he were a comfortable couch - it’s almost second nature. with his new haircut, the way their nose slots along the blond fuzz at his nape makes his skin tingle in the most pleasant of ways. it’s soothing. 

            he’s not telling ren about his experience to make them jealous or any of that nature, just moreso to vent about all of a sudden being the center of attention that he’s neither used to nor wants, “-but i still took it, i didn’t want to be rude or anything. i just…it smelled so weird. nora didn’t even like it. why were they all trying to feed me, anyway? am i too skinny?” // @becomestorm

[kintsgimoved]

      ❝  robyn  ,  wait   !  ❞  it ‘ s  blake ‘ s  own  fault  for  robyn ‘ s  sudden  jumpiness  ,  being  careless  when  it  came  to  cushioning  steps  with  aura  &.  accidentally  knocking  into  a  steel  pipe  with  heel  at  the  last  moment.  hands  come  out  before  her  in  response  to  the  weapon  staring  down  moonlit  palor  ,  blue  -  gold  hue  blown  wide  &.  expressionism  apologetic.  she ‘ s  come  unarmed  ,  gambol  shroud  no  where  to  be  found.  this  is  about  trust  ,  isn ‘ t  it   ?   ❝  it ‘ s  just  me   !   &.  i  came  alone  ,  like  i  promised.  ❞

@truthgrip​  ,  starter  call.

[sunscathe]

      ❝ can  y ‘ just  work  with  me  for  two  seconds  ?! ❞  ire  spawns  the  hiss  resonating  in  fiery  pyres  of  dragon ‘ s  throat  ,  lilac  hue  narrowed  into  something  only  described  as  dagger  -  esque.  the  last  thing  yang  wanted  was  to  get  partnered  with  mercury  &.  she ‘ s  certain  he  feels  the  same  way  ,  but  there ‘ s  a  time  &.  place  for  any  spats  they  had  in  the  past.  even  if  . . .  looking  at  him  makes  her  want  to  punch  his  lights  out.  sigh  falls  heavy  betwixt  lips  ,  hand  of  golden  sinew  coming  to  pinch  at  knitted  brows.   ❝  look  ,  i  don ‘ t  like  you  ,  you  don ‘ t  like  me  ,  but  none  of  that  shit  matters  right  now.  if  you  came  here  to  make  a  difference  ,  then  prove  it.  you  know  how  tyrian  works  better  than  any  of  us.  ❞

@godtricks​  ,  get  along  shirt.

[huginnflown]

" it's you. you were the spring maiden this whole time. "

@CANEFOUGHT​   ›   UNPROMPTED.

the statement lingers like a knife in the thick air between them, and raven curses everything that brought her to this moment.   the thrum of power in her chest, a magic calling home from the moment it’d sought her out at a child’s death.   but she is the long worn vessel for a magic he no longer possess ; and hates every thrum of it along her veins.

despises a gaze that won’t tear away from her, a mixture of disbelief, and a deep burning anger.

❝ not by choice. ❞   voice is practically a snarl.   it hadn’t been, if there had been any other way, if the girl had been stronger   …   but no one was.   everyone was content to sit and let the axe swing.   maiden practically towers over the boy, mere vessel for a greater power.   there is no beat of sympathy for him, only crimson gaze staring coldly.   ❝ don’t think you can judge me. ❞   the warning rings out clear between them.   raven is not the teenager in beacon, teetering between white and black and drowning in shades of gray.   not yet marked fully red by her tribe.   she is a leader, and a survivor ; and where she previously looked to ozpin and saw some form of authority and power   —   now she only sees weakness.   confirmation that she had made the right choice all those years ago.   ❝ you’ve dragged more of them into this, a war you can’t win. ❞   they can’t win.   her child will die at the feet of his crumbling throne, and raven won’t allow herself to shed a tear.   she had already warned yang to question more than meets the eye, and warnings were ignored.   only one chance was given for those she loved.