#dustfled

         there was no way crescent rose would continue to both hang on the rocks &. support her weight. ruby could already feel herself slipping,  palms slick with sweat as anxious gasps ripped from her throat. leather - bound toes wiggled helplessly,  silver glancing down to the roaring ocean underneath. with a deep breath in,  little red focused on her semblance ; digging crescent rose from the cliff side &. closing her eyes before darting up the side.

      ━ ❝Ohhhh, I'm so hungry, I could eat a whole Beowolf! ... Y'know, if they were edible.❞ Casual banter is plentifully exchanged as the traveling team comes across a tavern. They'd been traveling for days now, and a good, homemade meal sounded great to the group's appointed leader. There's no objections among the other members, and so they saunter into the homely looking restaurant. Ruby is immediately encapsulated by the delectable scent roaming about the building, and she sighs longingly. The others are ahead of her in finding a table.

      Something catches her attention out of the corner of her eye. Flashes of a familiar face appear before her eyes, and her heart stills while she tries to shake it off. But the flickers of familiarity persist, and she's finding herself stealing glances toward the back of the tavern. There's a figure hunched at a corner table. Though generally hidden in shadows, she can clearly see bright orange locks -- and she instantly knows who they belong to.

       With one hand cautiously hovering above Crescent Rose, Ruby approaches the corner table. Her brows are furrowed and silver eyes are narrowed in suspicion. Not a hint of hesitation tips her voice as she beckons:

     ❛     looks like i’m gonna be joinin’ you on this mission.     ❜    broad shoulders bar the doorway, providing leonardo with no exit --- unless he wants to go through hazel.   this is good.   it gives the bear a chance to lay down his ground rules.     ❛     no one here likes workin’ as a team.  i get it.   but if you go rogue on me while we’re out there, i can’t promise i’ll be happy ‘bout it.   you hear me?  we stick to salem’s plans.     ❜

watts gives him broccoli

dustfled replied to your post: mercury isn’t coming out of his room until SOMEONE...

he brings a box. offers it to him. inside are what look like brand new fruit roll ups. but when you open the packages? brussel sprouts :/

          ››          @dustfled.   //   meme.   //   accepting.

❛  would you rather i hadn’t?  ❜   even with voice laden in coy tones, the question is earnest.   the decision to kiss ilia, tug the other close with a hand steady on her hip and feline’s lips soft and almost sweet against her own, had been entirely impulsive.   like many decisions she seemed to be making around the other faunus lately.   eldest belladonna didn’t know whether she liked the impulsive, carefree side ilia inspired in her yet, only that it was causing her to hum and ha like a teenage girl, out of control.   something she hadn’t been for a very long time.