NIGHT / SHADE.

                                Sick of the Darkness and the Cold.

                  Independent Blake Belladonna. Selective. Private. Canon Divergent.

                                                     Shadowed by Shield.

      Smile soft and ever warming both rose and her matching gift receives laughter that chimes; ever touched by the generous act as fingers gingerly pluck flora and pull it close. Petals of crimson brush beneath nose, a singular inhale taken as the aroma settles their nerves and brings forth a faint flush upon cheeks. 

   “Thank you, Ruby. It smells wonderful.”

   –And then, blessed with a second, and lips round in their surprise when now twin roses are held between their fingers. Smile blooms into a grin, and a mischievous spark flares within eyes of gold. Voice lowers, and Blake gives a subtle lean forward as if exchanging secrets.

   Silence–nothing but a yellowed stare shown through the darkened quiet of Atlas’ halls where feline had come to slow, and eventually, halting their walk all together. Rarely did they chat with the Arc, not often able to find any time where it was but two who wandered, but oh how curious the cat was in what his mind spoke. While Blake was no leader like Ruby, nor one of courage such as Yang, still did their chest pang with sympathy for the boy who had lost a piece of four.

   Shadow breathes, and voice lilts upon tongue in hesitance.

   “Jaune…”

   They don’t know where to begin–what one could even say to quell the sun’s fears, and it takes but another heavy moment of quiet to gather thoughts and speak.

   “We are all terrified of the same thing–but you can’t let your fear control you. When you’re tired, and beaten, and so afraid that you’re going to lose them? You’ll lose sight of what matters, and you’ll lose control of yourself.”

   Feline swallows, and cautionary steps are taken to Jaune’s side, and if allowed, a hand would come to rest upon armored bicep in a gesture of comfort.

I was wracking my brain for Blake--and I ended up between an Assassin Rogue Worgen, or a Havoc Sin’dorei Demon Hunter, and in the end, I went with the Demon Hunter. Now, let me explain myself--

I went with Demon Hunters, as the Illidari reflects the White Fang/Faunus--a group of people who are seen as different, as menaces, and as a plague upon Azeroth until one day, they are called upon and needed. Released from their prisons, and slowly but surely becoming trusted by society; proving, that they are still the elves they once were, only more.

Blake is a Sin’dorei Demon Hunter. They are bound with a Darkhound--there are no feline like demons, so, I went with the next best thing; a dog. Mostly, so I could still keep their ears as one of their demonic additions.

Blake isn’t too terribly corrupted; but, their elven ears have morphed into pointed canine ears, their teeth are large and predatory, and they have a pair of small, black horns that protrude from their head. Along with patches of dark scales.

   Amber eyes widen, and while certainly Blake knew better than most the skills their sibling showed in culinary, still were they shaken with surprise to the meal laid before them. They’d expected their usual–something simple, a small exchange, and a night where neither sibling strayed away to find themselves within the arms of a lover. 

   –But it seemed, Blake may have been mistaken. 

   The small giftbag they had clutched in hand pales in comparison, but still is it offered out; near pushed into Blanche’s hands. 

   “I really hope you made this for EVERYONE and not just us, because what I got you is, ah–….”

   Lame.

   Blake never expected to be treated to–the thought hadn’t even crossed feline’s mind despite the Holiday upon them. It wasn’t as if they shared intimacy with another, or even thought to share delights of the day with their friends; not entirely used to being surrounded by such loving and giving individuals. 

   A helping of a favored meal flushes their senses, and lips coil forth into a smile brimming with gratitude, and though they mean to be slow, the grasp upon the plate’s edges is perhaps a tad tight. It wasn’t often they were treated in such a way, let alone presented with a mouthwatering meal one could not remember the last instance in which they tasted.

   “Did you…make this?”

   They question light, and features soften with overwhelming sensation of thanks.

   Surprised by the offering feline finds themself hesitant–though, it takes only but a moment to quell such, and to note the gracious gesture that Ren had given them. Whether it was to follow Holiday tradition or not never truly mattered; but the kindness of offering is returned to with a delicate smile, and an even softer touch when grasping fingers against the infused chocolate.

   “I don’t think I’ve ever tried these before.”

   Blake notes with a curious lilt, the end of the chocolate coated wafer bitten between front teeth. A moment to taste, to chew, and to swallow and eyes of gold alight in pleasure to the vegetal aroma. The rest of the treat isn’t wasted–enjoyed thoroughly, and only then do they give their thoughts.

Beauty & Beast, Blake’s initial allusion.

A secondary allusion of Phantom Cat. 

Disney themed headcanons - accepting

Alice in Wonderland - What does your muse often dream of? Do they have strange dreams? Pleasant ones? Nightmares?

Blake doesn’t actually remember most of their dreams; as it’s very rare they ever get deep enough sleep to experience a vivid dream. They are an extremely light and aware sleeper, and the only times they remember any sort of dreaming is those rare nights exhaustion catches up and they sleep soundly. Typically, they’re lackluster–more or recalling than dreams. Dreaming ‘memories’, but they’re different in some way, like, a bird is there for some reason, or different people are around, or for some unexplained reason they now have wings. Nothing too exciting. 

The times they have dealt with a multitude of nightmares was after they left the Fang, after Beacon’s fall, and after Adam’s demise. 

The Princess and the Frog - Would your muse accept someone else’s help in fulfilling their dreams, or would they want to earn it for themself?