#gcldilocks

“Am I? How justified you must feel.”

The accusation was one he’d heard countless times before—spat most often by the entitled, ones who found their world upturned and suddenly in the foreign position of being disempowered. Adam would not deny the injury inflicted to the unknown girl was… extensive, perhaps even unwarranted. But was it truly his fault she so easily rose to the bait he’d provided?

He had not forced her to rush in with reckless abandon. She’d made her choice, just as Blake had made her choice—just as they all had to at some point in their life. She’d simply chosen wrong. You could have walked away. The fact lingered at the tip of his tongue, casual in it’s poison, yet did not drip between them. Instead, the bull examined her. How different she seemed now in her quiet; no longer screaming with her fury. Passionless.

Pitiable, he thought, but soon dismissed it.

He knew better than to look away from someone carrying the torch of a vendetta, though he found staring out at others an undesirable way to gather his thoughts. The only use to be found was aesthetically or for the sake of finding chinks in his opponent’s armor. Far too easy to look into someone’s eyes and thieve pieces of their soul for your own. Inconvenient to feel anything as they do—empathy an enemy when one had a point to prove. Even he was not infallible. He did not turn his head, though behind the blackness beneath the mask his eyes moved.

I could have killed you, he considered saying, as if he’d been kind in letting them trip away. Such words were lost to the gaping chasm within his mind. It was not for a lack of trying to, after all. Silence stretched in his consideration, and finally—words.

“You think too much of the end result, as humans like you often tend to,” Adam said, voice void of sympathy. “It’s a narrow-minded selfishness. You have been hurt, yes—but many more have been hurt, decades of pain existent long before your school fell or your arm was lost. Before you or I were even born. What do you think starts wars?”

He shook his head, disgusted.

“Stop questioning why this happened to you and open your eyes. Whether you want it to or not, it will continue to happen. As long as people continue to live in ignorance, the White Fang and people like Cinder will exist. The answers you want so badly can be found in any history book.”

Then a sharp laugh—almost derisive.

“Perhaps you should have paid more attention in class.”

[ yep ! i like to start off my talks with … *coughs* a YANG ]

I have rped with Jazz way before I did on my Weiss  (  probably on my winter blog before, if I recall correctly ?  )  and I’ve always loved the effort she puts on her writing. I definitely love interacting with her on whatever blog I’m on. I’ll be honest, even though I’m like hella slow at replying long threads, I think it’s lovely to have long threads and in general just being able to roleplay and develop our characters more by that kind of way. Other than being able to roleplay with Jazz and loving her character and the effort she puts in, I don’t know her personally enough to actually say anything about the mun ! but hopefully that changes a little bit !!

         a beautiful home for yet a beautiful family, a young blonde female with only an arm and another that was taken away ( even the thought of it made him chuckle. ) if he couldn’t find the girl with silver eyes, he found her SISTER. it was either plan a or plan b ; he had yet to pick. There was no rush, however, there was still time. of course, maybe it wasn’t a good idea but it was the best way to get out informations that he NEEDED. he cracks his head by tilting it, harsher than usual, on both sides as a smile came to his face. he’s been watching for hours and hours, clouds pass and disperse- it’s sundown, his favourite time of the day. when innocent humans thought they were safe but lurks around them, every single dark corner, the creatures they feared the most, those who were human but monsters lived among themselves. 

         and now that she’s alone it was the best time to STRIKE. a knock on the door, a soft and  ( innocent looking )  smile ; one shouldn’t look so CRUEL and MALICIOUS when it was the FIRST encounter but that didn’t hide the fact his eyes showed MADNESS. 

              ❛  why- hello there, blondie.  you see, I have a slight problem. it’s nightfall in about a minute or two, mind if I stay the night ?  or maybe just .. a couple of hours.  ——  for a fellow HUNTER, mhm ?  wouldn’t want to get into a fight or anything with these … grimms.  ❜

         there was a STOP in her heartbeat once she heard a familiar voice ; that voice that she’d hear when the blonde was pissed off by others, possibly because they wouldn’t let her do something she desperately knew would save people’s lives or even a voice of a simple yellow beauty that’ll burn. either way, she heard it LOUD AND CLEAR. of course the blonde wouldn’t be able to get pass through the guards. her father had ORDERED them to keep the heiress INSIDE and keep every one of her friends OUTSIDE. nevertheless, she gained control of things around her own home, with KINDNESS and a bright SMILE  ( in which would contrast her father’s image when thinking through the eyes of a worker / employee who resides under the Schnee roof. )  a lot can change.

          her footsteps were SILENT, it was as if she would walk on delicate glass floor afraid of breaking it, the doors open without a sound and there stood the blonde, an arm MISSING / GONE and visage changed A LOT , but even with seeing her face to face, she remains in SHOCK , not even a word would leave soft lips of hers.