AWAKEN / BREAKING

    ❛ —- if it’s about Ozpin then you have every right. ❜ suffice it to say, sometimes he doesn’t even trust himself. he isn’t so entitled to say that his relationship with the wizard became the rockiest out of everyone. admittedly he never even had the privilege of watching the years of loyalty he had put towards his teacher crack and crumble at what can be considered a ‘healthy’ rate. of course he understood why Ozpin kept secrets, but to abandon his student as a means of ‘protection’ that reasoning did not sit well with Oscar. the moment that the academy, his home —- what he’s come to know as his home fell his entire world can only shatter before him once more. more fragments of memory lost as he barely remembers his life at the farm being so young when he left and he was certain that in time, he would forget the architecture and welcoming halls of BEACON ACADEMY as well.

    one thing is for certain, however, is that the choices he made led him to where he was now. his choice to leave the farm albeit hesitant and took some convincing from his aunt, and his choice to take his master’s most trusted agent, Qrow Branwen on a journey to reach the rest of the relics before Salem are choices no one forced him to make. he could have decided to ignore that the world around him was breaking. he could have decided to send the rest of team RWBY and JNR away safely but perhaps he’s grown some form of attachment to everyone.

    is he selfish for wanting people to follow and put their trust on an apprentice who still hasn’t bloomed as the next ‘great wizard’? he was tired of being alone. tired of being put on display and treated like a god for being the chosen one even if Ozpin had never intended for him to be put on such a pedestal. the more he considered the blatant skepticism, the more he felt that he had a choice to work hard in order to earn his place back to being respected again. ❛ and if it isn’t then i hope it isn’t too much to ask of you to give me a chance to prove myself? ❜ 

    ❛ i don’t care if you think you’re a monster. ❜ there are a lot of things he has no control over. back when his headmaster’s academy stood tall and watched over the CITY OF VALE secrets then were absent and buried but, now that pandora’s chest has been opened and the looming threat of a grimm attack has kept the kingdoms on high alert order is beginning to crumble. he’s sure that she can feel the difference in the air too even as they sit and rest among what’s left of part of the forest they have desecrated. ❛ i’ll make the judgement when i know more about you than just someone who idolizes Salem. ❜

    strangely enough, however, there’s something serene about sitting at the eye of the storm or rather what once was. the aftermath is no beautiful thing yet the stillness is calming. maybe the notion is just from being tired. but it was nice.

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parallels

i love all of you.

    until the prodigy finds himself flipping the ATLESIAN MECHANICS magazine to a close and setting it on the bedside table for later reading. slipping out his door quietly he crosses the hallway bridging the main lounge and kitchen to the piano room, catching the gaze of the old hunter resting on the couch in front of the fireplace. with a small smile and not wanting to interrupt whatever the commotion was that was happening in the kitchen between his other companions, he keeps walking in the general direction towards the music that’s now grown audibly louder being nearer. following the last of the path he notices that the door to the piano room is already wide open and having become completely mesmerized by the song, the polite action to knock before entering escapes his mind and he steps in.

    like entering another dimension through a rift in space he finds that the high walls and high ceilings are suddenly a lot lower ---- constricting almost as the full force of a distant memory he’s long forgotten explodes like a super nova in his mind with an intention of striking him down and leaving him in shambles. the tears try to break through but he forces them back, blinking his eyes to meet reality again as he takes another quiet step forward. he can feel the vibration of keys hitting metallic strings against his chest, and see the past and present flickering before his eyes. at first he saw Weiss, but then suddenly he saw someone else; a ghost. someone he’s abandoned on that far away farm that he used to call home. he hears her voice apologizing as fingers start to strain and the melody start to falter. the scene is painful to watch as he can only imagine painful to experience to one unfortunate enough to have such a physical condition. but then the memory fades, serving as a reminder of who he had to lose in order to pursue something... greater.

    Oscar knows his aunt is alive and well despite her disability but sometimes he wishes he hadn’t pursued ‘greater’ and settled for ‘simple’. the memory fades away completely, the last he hears are but distant sobs. and then there was Weiss, his eyes quickly falling on her fingers as he neared. ❛ she used to play the same song. ❜