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why did he agree to this again ? jaune found himself wondering that every time he faced off against ren. wolven eyes should have have been focused on his teammate’s erratic movements when it came to parrying his blows, redirecting the force, but so often knight found himself focusing on some minuscule detail. it would be detrimental to his training if he kept slipping up like this, especially if it was something small, like the elegant furl of ren’s hair when he dipped and moved, the striking intensity of sharp magenta eyes, or the swift, elegant strikes jaune only barely caught before needing to push ren off his person. there was so much he just wanted to watch, observe, instead of learning to parry and he knew that was infatuation speaking, but he needed to focus !

one strike. two. he needed to learn to let ren come to him. he was disadvantaged when it came to speed, but he could take the damage in his blows quite easy, possibly redirect the force. he could hold ren at bay, counter strike when necessary, pin him down if jaune had the reflexes to do so. he was already panting from the exertion. the hot mistrali sun was beating down on them, and shedding his armour for the mobility didn’t seem to be having much of an effect. ren would come at jaune with the force of a speeding bullet and it felt like the wolf was moving in slow motion, catching up only enough to avoid serious damage. one blow prompts ren’s dual blades to clash against his own, sparks between them as jaune stares at magenta hue, widening for a moment as distracted mind once again becomes enchanted with the pretty colour. he faltered, cheeks flushing as jaune tried to regain balance.

not again. @stormfloret / plotted starter.

#stormfloret #volume v.#dfghj i've had this in my drafts for a bit #the sparring thread but jaune's also being a bit of a lovestruck fool #fghj when isn't he tho

the air about ren was different, lighter in a way. though scarlet had been witness to the dragon’s mischief as children, the parts of them that made them youthful had been tarnished by circumstance, by the cruelty of raising oneself in such dangerous environments. slivers of their guarded persona fell away in the company of friends, companions who had known them in rougher, darker times. now ren’s lilting laughter, the undercurrent in their amused words, made prominence over regularly guarded countenance. it was easy to speak and concentrate on cooking at the same time, even in a foreign kitchen like the one in the mistral safe house.

‘ i promise i’ve reworked this since the last time you tried it. please don’t hold the last disaster against me. although, i can’t seem to recall if you preferred the spicy version or non - spicy ? i gravitate towards the spiced version by default and my team hates me for it — ’ @rcprobate — plotted starter.

#rcprobate #rcprobate's scarlet.#volume v.

they wondered idly who took care of the mistrali safe house, that it was so well maintained, with bookshelves clear of dust, with a kitchen fully stocked and house well furbished. whoever it had been who lived there, or who take care of, came often enough that the blooms lining its garden beds hadn’t died from a lack of maintenance, even if they’d somewhat overgrown with weeds, save for one curious dead patch near the backdoor. ‘ this part of the garden confuses me. ’ @emeraldbeacon ( @oscar ! )

short starter call. ( acc. )

#emeraldbeacon #mistral timeline.#volume v.#we can chill from angst and talk about flowers for a bit

they’d been watching the elder huntsman from across the other side of the weapon stall for a little while now, head tilting curiously as ren attempted to see the link between the knives mr. branwen was inspecting. surely a trained professional would know a great deal about which ones would make an excellent weapon. they wondered idly how different their tastes in the blades varied. ‘ how do you choose yours, mr. branwen ? ’ @dreadpoured.

short starter call. ( acc. )

#dreadpoured #mistral timeline.#volume v.#hi!#yes!#i read ur hc on qrow liking knives and was like #yes #hello #fellow mistral-born knife wielder here let's bond

tag .

#pre show.#volume iii.#volume iv.#volume v.#volume vi.#volume vii.#volume viii.#modern.

‘ ... i heard stories about the branwen tribe when i was younger, as someone who lived in a village nearby. ’ it was a quiet night, soon after they’d landed in mistral and training with professor ozpin had ended for the day. ren was still riddled with the nightmares of their past, and for all the homesickness that came with leaving central mistral, there was a very good reason they avoided the trauma that came with staying. it’s why they found themselves in the kitchen this early in the morning, tea long gone cold while their book lie in front of them, untouched since the huntsman’s approach. still, ren looked down, turned the page, attempted to find where they’d stopped. ‘ they were the stories parents used to make sure children came home before nightfall. ’ another weighty pause, a sip of tea. ‘ i’m glad you aren’t involved in that anymore, mr. branwen. ’ @hrbinger / lucky dip sc.

#hrbinger #volume v.#thanks for liking my starter !#feel free to tell me if you'd like something else

‘ don’t touch me. ’ draconic hiss might have sounded foreign to someone who hadn’t heard the gravely nature of ren’s voice agitated. for so long they had forced their demeanour into one that had been complacent and weak, still had to around their so - called teammates if they were to be of any use regarding future intel. truth be told, their alignment was wavering. they neither wished to side with salem or ozpin, but the assassin kept up their facade no matter what. killing spies upon their meetings with the little puppet was an irritating chore, but not one they needed assistance with. ‘ if you want to make yourself useful lend me some fire dust. ’ they were going to incinerate the body, mouth already exuding flammable smoke. @petalfates / lucky dip sc. / ruby’s puppet verse for ren’s villain verse.

#petalfates #villain verse.#volume v.

@brokenclockwork. “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.”

‘ oscarrr — ’ delirious whine met the insistent demand as the dragon stubbornly placed themselves down at the dining table. only a few weeks since oscar had arrived at the mistrali safe house and ren was getting used to the familiarity they once had with the younger boy. given, they weren’t exactly themselves in this moment. ren, with their impeccable eating habits and tendency to pick the most healthy options concerning their health never really got sick, but even they weren’t immune to the occasional common cold. ‘ i’m not sick. ’ a lie. a stubborn lie, accented by the fact that they’d brought an entire blanket to hang over shoulders. they wouldn’t remain bedridden, their pride wouldn’t allow it. dejectedly, they picked up the spoon and started eating, pausing a moment after savouring the flavour before looking back at oscar. ‘ you made it spicy ? ... ’ they looked down at the soup once more, their voice touched. ‘ ... i can’t believe you remembered how i like this dish. ’

caring for stubborn muses. ( not acc. )