moonbled.

             immature nonsense … ? immature nonsense !!! how dare she even fathom responding to her in such a snippy way. even if she were not ‘ the princess ,  ’ snow darling would still take offense. she , as a human being , deserved respect. orphan or not. ❛     sorry , if i slow you down but walking for hours in these ramshackle shoes.  ———  they are killing my feet !     ❜ gesturing to thin soles of her shoes. canvas had been torn , grime now caked to it. every step she took , the once gentle snowflakes that fell around her now had been packed down to form sinister surface to slide across &. clung to her like death. the sky blue grew gloomy as the chill began to gain strength. the ground became hard &. unkind as minutes turned to hours. 

                                      how long had they been out here ?                                                                        ….     how far was it ?

             pulling coat ( three sizes too large ) closer around her thin frame , she kicked a few pebbles. ❛     you’re a very unpleasant person !     ❜ scowl escaped from her throat , cold air became visible plumes rising from bated breath. coughs sprouted from weary lungs , ice shook her bones as she stopped once more. back bent over to catch air like butterflies in a broken net. oh , if the reaper was one who knew sympathy , they surely would take her out of her misery &. spirit her away from her company. whatever , nails clawed into worn sweater trying to calm her gut from groaning too loud. ( a pest : that is what you are. you’re just a payday to the belladonna. ) hunger hung heavier with each second frostbite threatened to take her. muttering insult after insult , she trudged along after the she - umbra who had no problem navigating through nowhere.  ———   perhaps , her haughty attitude kept her warm or was it more obvious : that coat she wore gave off a cozy appearance along with her shiny boots. of course , she would be insensitive to snow’s blight. the shadowess did not know the discomfort of a lonely life where pennies were precious gold. 

“Carmine? Who is this Carmine you speak of! I am…Mister Midnight!” And then he strikes the pose! It’s such a good pose, head down into his shoulder and both hands diagonal to the earth as he leans into them. It’s such a refined, majestic bow-it’s a dab. He’s dabbing, and he doesn’t even know it. And then he’s upright, offering Blake a hand as he winks behind the mask. “And by what name may I know this indescribable beauty before me?” Hey, if you can’t be confident, fake it ‘til you make it. But, it’s Carmine, no doubt. 

…Maybe he’s just trying to make her laugh? It had been a long week. 

unprompted. ( always acc. )

blake’s initial instinct was to blush, because what in the world had ash observed to prompt him into saying that ? of course it was embarrassing, he was like a second father to her, and she didn’t even want her first one to know what she’d been doing concerning any of her love interests. but then again, maybe if he’d somehow dissuaded her of her infatuation on adam back when her parents left the white fang, she wouldn’t have alienated herself from them in the first place. no, that was ridiculous, it was her own fault for being so stupid in the first place, mixing her feelings with the harmful delusions of a fantasy.

still, the idea of ash meeting anyone she’d had a crush on before horrified her. there was so much possible dirt he could drop. while he seemed solemn and terrifying, that didn’t compare to sheer horror of his unsuspecting pride in her. he would show baby photos. or — no — he could bring up isda !! was isda still at home ? she didn’t grow up in the chieftain’s house, why would they have any need to move her pet fish plush ? still, the thought was enough to strike her bone marrow cold. ‘ you’re so old fashioned, ash. no one uses “mate” anymore. ’ belladonna huffed, a hand scrubbing over her face and hair an excuse to hide her embarrassment.

Did the child truly believe she had the necessary skill to sneak past such a creature as Ash? He still hear the quiet touch of her toes to the the floor, watching her out of the corner of her eye. The first mistake of a huntress: Blake wasn’t aware of her surroundings. But she was growing so…slowly. Was this how mortal faunus grew? How could they defend themselves with such a diminutive larval form?

And yet, he was also aware of where Blake was destined to go. As she passed him to the doorway, peeking through it to watch her mother fuss about over the cupcakes, Ash turned his enormous form. Looming damn near miles overhead, he reached down and picked her up by the scruff of her outfit. He turned her slowly to face him, before lifting a finger to his lips. “A hunter should not stalk alone,” he rumbled, likely aware that Kali could hear him (but she played along like a pro), “You go around one side, and I shall go another. Hunt well, little kitten.”

Her father would be so proud. 

          he’s surprisingly good at staying still when he wants to be, it just so happens the simian more often than not would rather be out and about. but the promise of a fresh new look is exciting. not to mention he’s always liked being groomed in any fashion, blame his heritage. he’s content to lay there while playing killzone on his scroll until blake has finished her task.

          “aw, shucks, ya’think?” he bats his eyes a few times after sitting up, pressing a hand to his chest. the game switches off on his scroll only to bring up the front camera, so he can get a better look at the new braids now adorning either side of his face. instead of sideburns, which neptune hated on him for some reason, he’s now got something a little different…

HOW DARE YOU | aa.@ephmrele

Their home in Kuo Kuana was tiny, just like all of the other homes. It was two rooms: a main room with a kitchen area and a bedroom where the three of them would sleep. There was of course a bathroom as well, but it could hardly be called a room. it was very small and not certainly where you would want to hang out. Ghira set down their packs as Kali got to work making tea. The journey had been tiring and tea was perfect right now.

The former high chief took this time to walk to the bedroom. Perhaps a nap would help to ease the ache in his heart. Upon entering, he spotted Isda laying on her futon. The set up for them was easy: Ghira and Kali slept on the sides and Blake was in the middle. Their bed was a large futon that nearly covered the whole floor of the room. He felt his heart clench as he laid eyes on the plus, walking over to pick it up with a gentle hand.

“… something came up.