#emeraldbeacon

To any sane, logical man, what Tyrian was doing was practically suicide. He was practically running head-first into what had been an enemy until weeks before (and was probably still an enemy on all accounts) hoping on the off-chance that he wasn’t instantly killed the moment someone recognized him for who he was.

But of course, Tyrian was not a sane man, not at least when compared to others, men that he should have been like, men he should have grown up to be--oh no, Tyrian was not at all like them.  He was far from a balanced state of mind on his best of days and this? This day was worse than what his greatest nightmares could have created.

He had failed. In a series of disappointments and issues that continued to build for the last several months, Salem had finally rid herself of Tyrian, tossed him to the wolves when he had finally reached the end of her patience with him. First it was a failure to capture the fall maiden, then it was a failure of getting information, a failure to infiltrate Beacon and, more importantly, a failure to take Ozpin’s life.

Maybe Salem had been waiting for a reason to get rid of the man for a while, or maybe she truly did have a tally, a marked record for Tyrian’s failures, but that wasn’t what hurt him the most.

“I have someone more capable than you,” Salem had said, her voice so cold and her eyes uncaring. “Someone who will not be so useless to me.”

And that’s when Tyrian’s entire life shattered, leaving him in broken pieces of what he once was (and that wasn’t saying very much). He was left without nothing, no reason and no fear of death--at least, not in the sense that he was running right out of purgatory and directly into Hell.

He didn’t know how she could do so, but Tyrian knew he was at a constant threat of being attacked by Grimm. Whether he was marked or Salem had some level of control over them, he was constantly attacked, constantly chased, constantly paranoid that he would be killed in the night. He couldn’t sleep, barely ate, his sanity was waning into nothing.

So he did the unthinkable.

He went back to Vale, to the only man in the world who would believe him about Salem’s existence, to the man who he hoped would harbor him, to the man he was almost sure would kill him on the spot.

melty lost her memes but like this was important.

he feels so real, even if ozpin is only here through a materialization of their combined auras. it’s good--this is good--as oscar is desperate to hold onto him, to solidify that ozpin is actually back. and suddenly, oscar doesn’t feel so alone anymore  ( it’s been too long since he’s felt the comfort of a paternal figure).

it could be…the richer ppl live in the floating area and the poor live in the one on the ground

“ i still don’t understand why you insist on doing this. “  he doesn’t know how they got here; ozden has done all he can to try and make the fusion as easy as possible for ozpin. yet here they are, the needle etching ink upon the flesh of their back in a clear act of rebellion. perhaps ozden was too complacent in his own acceptance of the task, but things are different went the late king of vale has taken up permanent residence in one’s head.

” it’s okay, i didn’t expect you to know. “ 

the jackal smiled a little, though it was... tired. so tired. too many memories, too many lives in her mind and sometimes it got hard keeping the parts of herself and the parts of other people that she took in separate.

” it might sound bad, but... i sometimes wish i had that problem. it’s entirely the opposite for me though, i remember everything that i see ; even the things that aren’t mine. sometimes i can’t tell what parts are me and what aren’t- i feel like i’m losing myself. “

hands raked through violet locks as she sighed- she shouldn’t be putting these problems on oscar, he was younger than her and had his own things to deal with. it wasn’t fair to him.

Qrow screwed the cap back onto his flask, tucking it away when he heard a loud gasp He jolted, crimson eyes widened as he looked up to find Ozpin, then he had a sudden headmaster in his lap.