#wovean

[canefought]

@wovean    /    ozpin s.c.

“ make no mistake: you strike me down today because i want you to. “

[exfang]

@wovean said “i don’t want to get used to kindness.” redemption au? :^)

She didn’t deserve it. Blake was against this idea from the start and her patience was being put the test. Cinder’s presence was enough to set the faunus on edge. Sharp teeth clenched before forcing out her next words. “You have to earn it first.”

[sunsreign-moved]

@wovean​  (s.c)

“T-Take another step... and... and you’ll be sorry” Frying pan was raised and pointed toward the woman.   Emerald eyes narrowing. 

“You’re not getting my hair” now, Rapunzel wasn’t SURE if that was what the woman was after... 

but what else could it be?  ...

[exfang]

@wovean said:*chefs kiss* magnifique. love ur portrayal & i'm so glad you got into the show enough to make a muse. ;-; ♥ (how’s my portrayal?)

ur opinion is the only one that matters to me

[exfang]

@wovean liked

“You’ll never get away with this,” she practically sneered at Cinder. Sharp nails tugged and struggled against the rope that tightly bound her arms.

[pyrhass]

" you're mine, not her's. understood? "

What even is she anymore? No longer a person, that’s for certain. All traces of her humanity  vanished atop the tower long ago. What was once olive tinted is now a ghastly white. She is disgusted looking upon this abhorrent flesh. The moment she awoke she was informed that this was her body, but how can it be? It feels so foreign to even herself. A cold host with no spirit, only hallowed memories to feel the void. 

She is grimm now, but why? 

Her chest was pierced by blackened arrow and her breath drew to a stop. Then the silence came. Then came her peace. And then her eyes opened, not sure how much after. A once white sclera turned putrid black and the green of her eyes turned red. As if spring to autumn, the color of her eyes rusted with the incoming death.

By her Pyrrha assumes Salem. The immortal witch. 

What even is this mention of ownership? Scabbling over scraps.  Now the fall maiden bared her teeth for her, to amass ownership against her grimm mother. But what good will that do, Cinder cannot escape her fate. She is bound forever to Salem, just how she, unfortunately, is bound forever to the fall maiden. That much she has come to understand. 

“You want me to be yours so that you can feel like you have control over something.” Something, not someone. Pyrrha relinquished that the moment she became a caged animal. Cursed to be stricken by nothing other than negative emotions -she has felt no happiness since she awoke. “So you can feel empowered knowing full well that you’re Salem’s. And you cannot hide from that no matter how much you use me.”

[auramoved]

@wovean sent  :  [ throat ] — amber. :^)   /   prompt,  accepting.

ichor hand around the soft, tan curve of her throat wasn’t tight enough to cut off breath. just present, weight of it restricting blood flow the slightest bit, enough to bring a rush of adrenaline racing through her veins. honey eyes blink, whatever the maiden had been about to spit at the supplanter choked off in her throat.

❝ let. go. ❞   on her knees like this, always echoes their first occurrence.   please don’t.   amber had begged back then, trembling. an arrow in her back. she wouldn’t beg for cinder again; instead a fire burns in honey gaze, hard as steel. one hand came unafraid to wrap around sinew and strands of ichor, feeling despair coming from it in waves. swallowed down her fear. it only seemed to spur on the woman before her anyways, until she got the reaction she wanted.   ❝ now. ❞

[ofthieveryandaddictions]

"i'm not anti-social, i'm just anti-you."

His head lolled against the hand he’d opted to lean it against, a mere iota of attention being spent towards his employer, her voice, low as it were, still echoed a smidgen in the warehouse.

“See, Cinds, your social graces could really use some work. What’re you reading from, your angsty teen memoirs? Holy shit.”

Within his other hand was a book, small and likely either satirical or romantic in nature. His gaze didn’t shift from said book, even after technically insulting his boss.