#deludings

@deludings   ›   unscripted asks   (   always acc.   )

unprompted @deludings.

@deludings​   ›   ❝ aw , s ' not you &. the big guy , huh ? ❞ gemstone feigns child - like disappointment ' pon tonality , simper sitting pretty on lips &. elbow nudging at fox ' s shoulder in an all too playful manner. ❝ &. here i was looking forward to seeing you all bruised up , hot shot. ❞   ›   unscripted.

‘   psht, ‘course it’s not me, em. coco’s incredible.   ’   he could tell she was coming from a mile away, one of the sharpest auras refined to his “ sight ” because of how long they’d known one another. she’d been but a blur all those summers ago, thrilling the wastes - born child with daring city chases for food, trinkets or the like. they’d been similar, cut of the same cloth these poor vacuoan children, left to rot under the neglectful eye of adults and still surviving despite it all. finding her in beacon after all these years apart was a surprising coincidence, he’d put it up to something else if he believed in any fate nonsense. he shouldn’t have recognised her, her voice was different after all, but his aura recognised her own. even after all this time, fox would treasure those that kept coming back into his life, no matter the circumstances. letting go so many times would do that to a person, blind them to everything that had torn them apart so long as fox didn’t have to see another person he cared about leave.

not that he would ever admit he cared, she’d used that against him somehow in a relentless taunt.

‘   ‘sides, don’t want all of remnant to know what i can do.   ’   fox had never been one for the limelight, and confident as he was, his semblance had always been one of his only insecurities. advantageous ? yes. life changing ? absolutely. but did it still prove to alienate him from other people despite the fact that it relied on other people to work ? of course ! there were so many who wanted to have his semblance, but so few who wanted to stay after they found out what it was. emerald had accepted what he could do, and for that he was grateful, ready to welcome her back into his life with open arms. vulpine grin preceded warm, rich laughter, returning playful nudge with small hip check in return.   ‘   i bet y’ would. also know you’re used to gettin’ what you want by batting those pretty eyes of yours.   ’   demeanour smug, goading, barely concealed affection beneath the curve of scarred lips.   ‘   you afraid of just hurtin’ me yourself, sustrai ? why don’t y’ fight me right now ? don’t wanna damage this handsome face ?   ’