#wovnding

[vernoxi]

i want the k

1. hot ‘n steamy kiss

      ‘  hazel - i told you i love you, right? because i do. ‘    

   her legs are wrapped around his waist, one hand caught in his   hair and the other content to trace his collarbone. his breath is hot   against the skin of her cheek as she arches up to meet his lips   again, breathless. he’s too good at keeping her just where he wants   her - and vernal is conscious of his every move. (  she likes it more   than she’d ever let on. it’s hot as hell.  )  // @wovnding

[infelicisxcorvus-blog]

@wovnding

“Look, pal...” Qrow hiccuped and lost his train of thought. His nose was starting to hurt, and he struggled to activate his aura. “Thanks, I guess. Wh-Who’re you again?”

[homeleft]

    ❛ i’m not here to try anything ! i’m here to know. i’m here to understand. i’ve heard his side of the story, but i want to know the important part; the pain, the hardship, the struggle of trying to move on.

    i want to know her story from someone she loved and who loved her in return. i’m not here to make things right. i just want you to know... in this moment, i’m just someone who wants to listen.

                                                             ---- so if it’s okay... can i sit beside you? ❜

❛.☆ @wovnding / hazel rainhart .

[vernoxi]

   she winds her arms around his neck, one hand tangling itself in    his hair. vernal practically grins into the kiss, moving forward just     a slight so she stands between his feet. // @wovnding 

[vernoxi]

    ‘ i’d ... like  to  leave  as  soon  as  possible .  rather  not  linger .  ‘ // @wovnding

[themonstrousdoctor]

((And like that, its 4 am. Goodnight all))

[gcrdens-a]

@wovnding

    hazel takes note of the voice and goes to her bedside as quickly as he can in his own sorry state. watts told him quite a while ago that emerald would be fine–sore, but fine– but that didn’t stop him from worrying.

         “ hey kid. ”  he greets, kneeling by the cot with a slight smile.  “ you look like crap. feel any better’n that? ”

           how could they have . . . lost ? despite the pounding headache  emerald currently endured, the memories were surging back whether she wanted them to or not. hazel’s blunt comment only brought a faint smile to the thief’s face -- how could they have lost ?

           ‘  who cares ? we left cinder behind -- we have to go back and  find her.  ‘  emerald nearly hissed ; venomous fangs revealed in a sneer. cinder couldn’t be dead.  ‘  are we -- back with salem ?  ‘

[ozcarpin]

On the right track (Closed RP with Wovnding)

When it came time to board, Oscar wasn’t sure what he had expected, hoped perhaps. This was, afterall, the only train present and there really weren’t any other places of note to go to from this tiny station. That said, he couldn’t help the way his heart clenched when he stepped aboard and saw the mountain of a man present as well. 

The thought crossed his mind that he hadn’t seen the other getting a ticket, but that was quickly banished as he figured anyone foolish enough to try and keep him from boarding probably hadn’t done so for long. 

Ozpin was talking to him, cautioning him to keep away from the man, as if he hadn’t already gathered that, but such a thing was easier thought than done, particularly when the little kerfuffle with the machine had lead to them boarding late. Most of the booths were already occupied, people chatting amiably about things they had plans to do in Mistral, completely unaware of whom they were sharing space with and what might truly await them in the mountainous capitol of this country. 

What did await them though? why was this man, Hazel Ozpin informed him, here? It didn’t bode well, but he was drawing attention to himself just standing there, so he shakily made his way forward, looking for a place to sit while trying nearly too hard to not look at the man who had left a dent in the metal machine like it was made of putty. 

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