#future verse.

it’s a nice, exclusive, private restaurant. the kind big name celebrities go to knowing the paparazzi can’t find them, sometimes with other lovers. it’s quiet but not dead. he comes here quite a lot. he, sabs, old shuuzou and old shuuzou’s boyfriend hideaki are just coming to sit down at a table for four. it’s the kind of restaurant with two sets of cutlery he always ignores because he can’t figure out the etiquette for it.

     ❛     blake!   it’s lovely to see you again.     ❜     weiss rose from her seat, rising to press a chaste kiss to blake’s cheek before gesturing to one of the available chairs.   it was meant to be a small meeting between old friends, a chance to catch up and discuss business...  but weiss could not ignore the butterflies in her belly or the racing of her heart.   she missed blake more than she could put into words.     

   ❛     how have you been?   i got a letter saying you’d expanded your efforts into vacuo.   that’s so exciting!   please, if there’s anything the schnee dust company can do to help, you need only ask.     ❜    weiss settled opposite her friend, reaching for the mug of coffee she’d purchased only a few minutes earlier.     ❛     are you staying in atlas long?     ❜

          jaune, while mastering his aura transferring abilities, also took to learning basic medical care and treatment when becoming a huntsman. he saw no harm in learning the basics, you never know when you might need it. while he has a lot of aura, he does have a limit and he still wants to remain useful even after he reaches it. 

         he can treat many different types of wounds and knows his way around a needle. he also knows the signs of fever, fatigue, poisoning, and which natural plants and herbs can be used in different healing processes. that last one was mostly ren’s influence, being the plant guy.

looks like that ^^

except he has more of a bomber jacket with a fluffy/poofy collar. 

pro-huntsman. operates with his teammate and partner, @azuraei​.

also works often with sage and scarlet, if and when they’re available. 

stays in mistral

works side-by-side with blake on faunus rights/white fang endeavors when and if time permits. basically, if she needs him for something, he goes. 

remains goofy and good-natured, but certainly wises up to some things. he takes faunus rights and the state of the world a lot more seriously after the events with salem and the fang. 

ends up with four kids eventually. he and nep have a zoo, some adopted, some surrogate. 

when the kids come into his life, he slows down a bit on the huntsman work. not completely, but he stays local if he can. 

dodie clark originals | @feltstrange

      eldon recalls, or it’s been the only thing he’s been thinking about for the past hour, with his head on ben’s shoulder, hand tucked into his, just how long the three-hour long train journey to new york is. the time difference is annoying sometimes; more than not, he’ll forget that while a text at one in the morning doesn’t sound so bad, it’ll be four that same morning when ben receives it. harmless jokes are shared that when eldondoes finish college, maybe he’ll move closer. he spends half of his time on the damn train & at ben’s apartment, anyway, so when sleep deprivation hits and they’re watching a movie ( and eldon is trying not to focus on the arm ben has subconsciously draped around his shoulders ) eldon might mention moving. california doesn’t feel like home anymore; no matter how hard he tries.

       home; california, new york, ben. more specifically, ben in california, ben in new york, ben in general. there’s always that sinking, empty feeling of homesickness that settles when he and ben are apart– watching ben leave, saying goodbye to him, ending a phone call wanting to say more to keep the conversation going but knowing it’s been an hour already & he should give it up. they’re friends, which was so much easier to say when he was seventeen and the word ‘just’ fit so perfectly before their relationship status, and it’s been a year since eldon realised how he felt. before, it was ‘this is ben, my friend’. now, it seems like ‘this is ben, i don’t know what he is to me’ feels more accurate.

       eldon tries not to let it hurt, which has always been better said than done. jealousy is too often a familiar feeling & despite a boyfriend ben has that barely even lasts a week ( regardless of the heavy sadness that settles, he never once wishes ben’s relationships don’t work; pining is hard but it doesn’t hurt quite as much as not seeing ben happy ) not once do things between them change. everything is comfortable, though eldon tries not to focus on the drifting distance that has managed to seep between them since they kissed. or, eldon was standing in the doorway of his college dorm and ben managed to single-handedly erase eldon’s belief that he could somehow forget his crush, & cause that much more confusion.

       love is never a word that has fit right in his mouth. he loves his sister, he loved his mum, and when he was seventeen ( eighteen, almost nineteen ) and he didn’t feel this way about ben, he loved him too. but, only as a friend. a tall friend with an unusual accent & nice eyes, and a kindness that too often felt like a rarity to find. so, he replays the first moment he said goodbye to ben with an accidental ‘i love you’ and then how natural it felt to hear it back. too many times he is left standing alone, either watching ben leave or leaving himself, and wondering why they only ever say it on the phone but never in person. eldon would say goodbye with a hug and a smile, and when ben introduced a boyfriend to him, eldon would shake the stranger’s hand and pretend he wouldn’t spend the next five hours trying to figure out why that couldn’t be him ( why it never will be ).

       ben’s arm is warm against his shoulders and it’s too early in the morning for ben to even consider going home despite eldon insisting more than once that he should. it was barely an argument; soft whispers over the noises coming from the movie ben had put on, something el hadn’t paid attention to the moment the gap between them closed because he couldn’t focus on much else but the steady, familiar sounds of ben breathing. that, and the closeness. ‘ tonight ‘ is full of promise but it only means this one occasion, and eldon doesn’t expect there to be more ‘ tonight’s ‘ but he hopes there is. hands shaking & unsure in his lap, voice just as unsteady–

@mosaiqk​   ›   weiss' back was on full display in the halter top , muscles toned from years of training. her scars had healed but still looked brutal against her otherwise pale , flawless skin. she gazed at ren , "is it too much skin? or do you think i should wear a shawl?" enamel met plush lip.   ›   unscripted.

to both lotus and iceflower, beauty had been one of the most complicated subjects to approach, despite the fact that it had been their first. ren had been saved from the pressures of the public eye, but weiss had not. she still very much lived with the burden of carrying an image attached to family name, and despite this, despite what she’d gone through, she’d been willing to show this side to them, even if she dressed it down as the most casual of inquiries. oh her guarded heart had still been pretty sealed behind a darkened cage, but now, exposed to the radiance of light and love, it shone something crystaline and beautiful, like weiss hair under spring sunshine. was there any way to gaze upon ethereal form but with the reverence for goddesses ? despite gifted with her affections already, ren found themselves gazing upon the luminosity of her form like any form of draconic treasure, with awe and a possessiveness that was both subtle and born from their adoration. the scars themselves were most likely a gruesome sight upon their happening, but ren was desensitised to the sight of long - healed scars, wondering only if they’d ever earn the key to that story. they known of the impalement scar, how weiss’ dismissal of that traumatic pain had echoed in them too. they couldn’t help but find them beautiful, a testament to how weiss had waved away death with pearl - tipped nails.

ren came to stand behind her in the mirror, contrast of darkened silhouette to hers, bathed in the light of soft morning sun. she was still so small, and her stature fooled so many. how she wore the image of a docile princess well from far away, to the wandering, uninformed eye — and then grace unrivalled by no queen before her up close. ren watched the curve of her lip, their own quirking up into a crooked smile. from where they stood behind her, ren reached towards her vanity and gently picked up the intentioned necklace for her ensemble, thin but sturdy chain with a drop crystal pendant, blood red in colour. while the hand holding the jewellery rested upon one shoulder, their other hand lingered upon the other side of her neck, trailing a feather touch with the back of their fingers along her graceful, swan - like neck, along a statuesque jawline, to curl slightly under her chin.   ‘   too much skin ?   ’   the flash of a smirk, a puff of smoke, jest on honeyed words dripping with affection.   ‘   not enough, if you ask me.   ’   cheekiness. one of the dragon’s hidden fortes. moving aside starlit strands, ren lay the necklace down across her collarbones, clasping it expertly. their hands lingered there, warm against the cool tone of her skin, resisting the sudden and insistent urge to run a finger down her spine. was it odd to be this enticed by her bare back ? they leant down, pressing two gentle lily scent kisses along the back of her neck. the weight of ren’s words left no room for doubt, only conviction and a thinly veiled longing.

‘   you look beautiful.   ’