#chftess

            ❛     nice jacket.     ❜

It had, for a very long time, been Taiyang Xiao Long’s lot in life to fight back. To be a wall behind which those smaller, weaker, less-experienced souls could hide. During the active days of Team STRQ, there had been more than one rumor that the man had been able to hold his own against entire hordes of grimm. By no means was he a physically-weak man.

Which made it almost laughable, then, that only several bandits (admittedly mostly quite large, and for the most part, younger than himself) had been able to toss him to the feet of their leader, visibly exhausted.

Taiyang hissed through clenched teeth as he hit the ground on hands and knees, bringing one hand up to press against blond hair, over a spot that he was almost sure had bruised. He turned to look up at the person who now stood in front of him, ready to pull himself to his feet and keep fighting...

    yang wasn’t sure what she had been expecting.   a sudden surge of relief, maybe?   a wave of love, or happiness, at finally seeing her long lost mother, perhaps.  or maybe even anger, a bitter sense of betrayal, a demand to know why, how could she, why would she do this?   instead, yang only felt numb, violet eyes staring down the bandit leader with a lump in her throat.

     ❛     you’re not so easy to track down.     ❜     yang said finally, breaking the silence.     ❛     but i did it eventually.  you might wanna be careful who you let into your crew, if you’re tryin’ to stay hidden.  one guy’s got a big mouth.     ❜

          “i know “ distance ” is kind of your thing, raven, but you can’t do that this time.” one of the few times you’ll see the man anything aside from cheery and optimistic is when involving his children. his family. as far as he’s concerned, the chieftess was still just that. 

               her glare is ice cold glaciers and magma, churning beneath and letting emotions simmer as words hit the surface of her being.  parallels, one young and headstrong, the other older and wise.  the two flee, they run.  her shoulders raise her fist clenches as if a volcano is just about to erupt.

FIGHT ME FIRST

I’m right here fuckface /raven voice