DESTINY IS MINE.

you trynna tell me that salem is not an alien

Damn cinder is like 80% leg

A brow raised slightly at the woman who sat in the small area Cardin used for lunch. A small bench around the side of the school that was usually abandoned… Usually. But right now it was occupied by the black haired woman, so he did what he thought was best and just sat down next to her, pulling out his cigarette and plopping it on his lips.

“You’re in my spot, princess. But I’ll give you a pass for today.”

Cinder gave him an amused look, almost starring at him. She smirked once his words registered for her, though she frowned when realized he was smoking.

    She heard her words, and the closeness of tone to her ears made her even more nervous. The girl’s eyes slowly open, staring from behind her glasses as beautiful sapphires shimmer. She’s swallowing nervously, the closeness to the ELDER causing her to wriggle and squirm, showing just how fearful she was. But when she was subtly confirmed she wouldn’t get hurt,Stella began to ease up a tad. Her ears flicker, and perk up, as if her worries were fully gone — but she…didn’t realize her hood was off her head.

               ❝ S…Sorry, Cinder…I…I’m just used to people bullying me when they do THIS sort of thing…C…Cardin has done this a couple times to me in the past so…I…I just didn’t know if you actually planned to hurt me… ❞ A breathy whisper as she flashed a nervous grin, her cheeks still a flush as she gave a slightly toothy, fanged grin. She’s trying her best to be nice, and…not break eye contact…but wow, her heart is just hammering away. She’s doing all she can to keep her tail from w —

                        THUMP

                                      THUMP

                                                    THUMP

                                                                …too late, her tail is wagging…

Before she could interject about the other’s nervousness, Cinder felt and heard the thumping on the wall, and raised a curious eyebrow. Keeping her right hand on the wall, she tilted her body in an attempt to see what was making that noise...

It was an awkward sight, really, but the upperclassman didn’t seem to notice (or care). She was practically looking between Stella’s legs as she pin-pointed the sound.

“You’re a faunus?” Cinder questioned. There was only curiosity in her voice now as she dropped the seductress act. Her head even tilted in questioning. “I didn’t know that.” She said, softer then before. The strange, fuzzy appendage seemed to be out of control (in Cinder’s opinion) as it wagged against the wall.

Ebony locks swayed as she looked left and right as Cinder checked if anyone else was in the hallway. Thankfully, they were alone. She re-adjusted herself again into a more relaxed posture, still keeping her left hand on her hip and her right hand on the wall.

‘It’s almost as if she was wanting to hide it...’ Cinder mused to herself, though she couldn’t keep her opinion to herself.

so, my portrayal of cinder actually has her needing glasses. she has poor eyesight & a fear of contacts, so she refuses to wear them. ironically, she’s quite the sharp-shooter with midnight. 

every verse of her’s has her needing glasses, but refusing to wear them. her reasoning in each verse boils down to her believing she wouldn’t look good in them & that they’d get in the way.

    She didn’t expect to suddenly be pressed to the wall, fully LOST in her thoughts on what she had been (Forced) to say not moments ago! Such a dumb game, and the words she said…oh DUST did she hope that they didn’t get to anyone. Ruby especially. Her face flushed at the thought, and her ears quiver as she whimpered cutely. Ruby wouldn’t want to be around me if she knew…I…I don’t want to lose a friend… The thoughts cripple her thoughts, but then she’s pressed to a wall before she can even react.

    A soft SQUEAK is heard from her lips as she is left staring up into those BEAUTIFUL smoldering embers, her heart hammering loudly in her chest as her whole face was ALIGHT with warmth. A nervous swallow heard as that alluring tone caught her attention, lips parting as painted icy blue tiers quiver, stammering out a REPLY.  ❝ I - I - I’m sorry! I - I didn’t mean…I - I just was playing the GAME and answering honestly and just…P - Please don’t hurt me, Cinder!  ❞ She shrinks down and squeezes her eyes shut tightly, fearful…and in her fear, her ears twitch beneath her hood and slightly knock it back, revealing the little tips just barely in the mess of onyx hair.

    She’s a terrified mess, and is VISIBLY shaking.

Cinder smirked, relishing the reaction she got. It was quite humorous (for her at least), seeing how nervous Stella was. She shook her head. “Why would you think I’d want to hurt you?” She moved her head closer. 

The taller student seemed to study Stella’s facial features, Cinder was making a mental note about what the other looked like. Despite that though, she completely missed the faunus traits when she had looked at her hair.

Cinder couldn’t help but raise a brow. She already new how others thought of her appearance, but hearing them say it amuses her every single time. When the ebony haired student found Stella in the hallway, she couldn’t help but approach her. 

Looking as innocent as possible, Cinder strolled up to Stella, only to quickly pin her to the wall with her right arm above the other’s head. She couldn’t help but snicker to herself, though Cinder quickly cut herself off and regained some composure, trying to look as alluring as possible.

“So, Stella was it? A little birdie told me about some of the things you said...” She trailed off.