30. My muse breaks your muse’s arm. (jesus fucking christ)

The sound was like sweet music to her ears, a symphony. She had always heard the crack of bone, but it had far been too long for it to not have come from a human, from something within her own grasp. Feeling the twist and turn of flesh under her grasp, feeling the writhe and that split second of “what” and “did that just happen” really filled Emerald with joy, a sick pleasure. Normally Emerald wasn’t the one to break the mirror, to shatter the glass of fluid fighting with pure brutality, but with the decimation of the warehouse and with this bitch going off the handle bonkers, the snake had decided to put her in her place.

It was just so sudden, so wicked and wild that Emerald almost doubted herself. This was her roots, yes, but damn it almost felt borderline foreign to her. Whipping behind Nora with her agility, acting before thinking, making sure that the wings of the Valkyrie would be clipped. For what use is a hammer without a hold?

CA-CRAAAAK

Once she had done the deed of using the passion of strength and force to her whim like she had played so many treasures into her pocket, the viper backed off, separating herself from the ginger warrioress. Emerald stood at the ready, bracing herself for any outcome, her vision flickering about to see the damage that had been done so far. Walls had been cracked, dust containers smashed like pinatas, with the technicolor powder strewn about. Guards all over, with Nora’s precious boytoy Ren on one side of the field... And then Mercury on the other...

It was a Sunday today. It was a day to relax before the big grind of Monday were to roll around and cast its dreary droll onto the population of Remnant, or at least those in Vale. The aura of “last seconds of freedom” layered into the sweat and bustle of the city, making an aroma that one could only get in Vale. It was a warm one, just lukewarm. Never enough to melt the chill people had in fear of tomorrow, but just enough to make things comfortable.

“Your dessert, miss.” The waiter announced before placing a lavish glass filled with ice cream in front of the pastel maiden. She nodded softly, looking back with a gleam in her eye, as if to say “thank you!”. The waiter shoved off, busy with his last strings of the day as well, and would arrive later to pick up payment.

Neo looked back to her cold treat and could only offer a small smile of delight. Sundays, yes, were a day of celebration, a small “hoorah” before the grind of the week began once more. And she had planned to relish her small concoction with the utmost bliss. Taking the long spoon, she took a scoopful of the creamy dessert and took a bite!

She was in the middle of savoring the sweetness when she stopped to slow down. Hmm.. Where had she seen that array of color before? Neo had made sure to don herself in casual clothes, just a striped top and some cute jeans, but that orange hair, nay, that piercing voice... Neo’s memories began to whirr as she tried to figure out who the other patron was, her distance only being a gaze away. Did she mention Rwby, or was that her imagination..?

[ That’s precisely how I feel about Emerald and Mercury! I feel as though they’d poke and prod at each other, with Mercury mostly poking at Emerald. They’re sort of like.. Mature Jesse and James, in a sense? I don’t know what other duo to relate them to, aha;; Mercury is the only one Emerald could get honestly mad and annoyed at, like, no holds barred, and find solace in Mercury just cheesing it off and laughing. Mercury is also this bundle of sarcasm and sass, and that syncs with Emerald’s synergy as well. They’re two adorable kids who like to kill people, what more can you ask for?

But on a romantic level, I definitely also ship them. Emerald and Mercury’s dynamics work in such ways that I’d feel they could either be married or lifelong friends in life. Just like how they’re no holds barred on the sass level, they could also be really soft and gentle with each other and the other wouldn’t hold it against them.