@fauxtricks said : extensive missions with long, strenuous pulls at fox's semblance often left canid with persistent headaches. forgive him for taking roost on familiar rooftop, plopping down unceremoniously with head in blake's lap. fox lacked the shame to pretend he'd rather be anywhere else than in company of someone with quiet, soothing aura and a voice melodic to the ears. he'll be back to his cheerful laid back self in a moment, just give him time.
the scene around them post apocalyptic : rubble at every turn , fallen tower of beacon laying in ivy - infested ruin , a dragon still looming high above where they sit , though it doesn ‘ t seem like it ‘ s going to emerge from its confinements anytime soon. coming back to their once proud school is bittersweet , leaves an acrid sort of acidity lingering ‘ pon tongue as she remembers memories both good &. downright atrocious ; if she hadn ‘ t fled here to begin with , a bond would have never been formed with beloved team , she never would have gained the skills &. power to open up rather than lurk in the shadows for the rest of her life , there would have never been a sly fox hellbent on entering her life despite all of blake ‘ s pushing when he pulled. the agony of beacon ‘ s fall is outweighed by this fact &. thus makes returning here once more a little easier to handle. mentally. emotionally. the mission to get here in the first place hadn ‘ t proved easy either , not when this whole area was previously surrounded by grimm &. looters ; both blake &. fox are strong enough to take on hoards without much aide by now , with her own semblance being enough to function as minor distraction so vulpes may rush in for the kill , though what happens when their voices become too loud for fox to handle ? not verbally , but rather internally. constant shoutings back &. forth , strategies spoken between linked psyches so their human &. faunus alike enemies couldn ‘ t read their tactics ; knowing that belladonna is certain their panicked / racing thoughts became too much for his mind to handle all at once &. thus feels a minuscule weight of shame ‘ pon mind. although . . . the way he , without a care in the world ( just how she likes him ) , seeks refuge in solace of felid ‘ s lap , her toxins instantly soften.
❝ i ‘ m glad our spot is still here. really did turn out to be secret , huh ? ❞ she jests &. light is the smile forming o ‘ er curvature of lips , scarred digits coming to card through wild strands of deep crimson , brushing bangs from his forehead. he ‘ s still just as handsome as before , though blake ‘ s sure he already knows that. at least now bakeneko is in the better mindset to understand this herself , too , because she would be lying to say fox doesn ‘ t bring a never - ending symphony of fluttering butterflies swarming to confines of heart whenever she lays tired eyes upon him. she would never say that , however. his ego is big enough as it is. thumb brushes along temple idly &. she takes this moment of calm to slouch ever slightly ‘ gainst stone wall behind. ❝ does . . . your head still hurt much ? if i knew there were so many enemies around here , i would ‘ ve taken them out myself. i bet their minds were a mess to keep up with. ❞ when she speaks , tonality is softened , like plush velvet if one would reach out &. caress it. it is also bordering the lines of a whisper as to keep his headache from further increasing. ❝ i don ‘ t think the others were very far behind us , so we can stay here until ruby gives us a signal , alright ? i ‘ ll talk as much or as little as you ‘ d like , trickster. ❞ &. there she goes , topping off sentiments with a peck to his forehead. if they ‘ re going to take beacon back , it will be done together.
