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it looks like the same person took disgains for a qrow too , which is another blog i’ve seen here ?? Weird

@huolonq​   ›   admittedly yang has gotten better at accepting ren’s absence when missions call. it’s their job ; the nature of this life they’ve both decided to live , but sometimes it’s still difficult. she prompts lotus to sit up where they’ve lain on couch , sunshine crown once on ren’s chest listening to heartbeat. yang cups their cheeks , thumb stroking o ‘ er beauteous draken scales by magenta hue. ❛ ... come back to me , okay ? promise ... you’ll come home , pretty boy. ❜   ›   unscripted.

for years now, ren had lived under a stormcloud of pessimism they disguised as realism. they had always prepared themselves for the worst case scenario. ren had never been one to rely on something as flimsy as sheer faith, not with a mindset that relied on facts, and statistics, someone who needed to see to believe. once upon a time the lotus wouldn’t have been able to make that promise, some part of them still believed they shouldn’t. they couldn’t guarantee some mystic altercation wouldn’t pull them apart, stretch the invisible red thread between them to breaking point, but in spite of that their motivations were different now, their self preservations skills had so much more meaning than simple survival. they had a home to come back to, and even now they were loath to leave the sanctity of she - nova’s arms for their departure. they would catch lingering scent of golden dust, and burnt coconut and ache for return of draken touch in a way they hadn’t before. after so long in the midst of a storm, they’d tasted sunshine, and loathed to know what it would be like to exist without it.

ren had all of tonight before they would embark on their mission tomorrow morning, and had meant to organise a date, or a romantic dinner, or anything that meant a nice memory to hold onto until they could come back. rain ruined their plans, and their favourite restaurant was booked. this felt like more than enough though, sitting atop sofa and carding absently though sunshine gossamer. this was perfect. ren loved the rain, loved thunderstorms. there was no need for the sun when they had yang right here. melodious tones had always carried the undercurrent of laughter, but she seemed solemn in touch, reverent almost. parting was always such a melancholy affair, but perhaps they just weren’t in the mood to give in to their brooding ways. lotus tilted their head affectionately into her hands, swivelling face enough to press kiss to the inside of her wrist. not once do amaranthine eyes leave hers, shining now as brilliantly as forest green jewels around them.   ‘   i will.   i have to.   ’   they had the courage to make these vows now, and the determination to see them through. ren had always been stubborn. they hadn’t had the faith before, but her optimism must have rubbed off on them, more than she’d realised. their own hand weaved into yang’s hair, cradling the back of her head as lotus leant to press their foreheads together.

‘   there is not one day apart from home where i do not think of coming back to you.   ’

@huolonq​   ›   puffs a few smoke rings around his head. she’s just paying him back for the tongue thing. :B   ›   unscripted.

playful was her response to such childish instigation, meeting fox’s immaturity with her own brand of whimsy. it was a nice way to spend the morning before they needed to get up and fulfil their actual duties. vulpine was the most humorous person on his team, not necessarily the most cheerful, but to be counted on for the occasional bout laughter. it was nice, to have someone with a similar tendency to make people smile and laugh, to have someone just as competitive, someone who understood how to scratch that itch meaningless flirtations and nights like the last fulfilled. they were both chasing after something they couldn’t quite hold onto, and that was fine, because at least they understood. these affections weren’t falsified or heavy. they were fleeting, but so was everything else. it was nice. really nice, just being with her, doing dumb shit to coax easy laughter.

it was a familiar scent, but he wasn’t quite enveloped in the smoke like he’d been prior, breathing it in until she was all he could think about. vulpine canines flashed in a warm grin. his mind was slowly solidifying her, making her soul sharper every time they met, every time he learned more about her. she was a fire, hot and burning to the touch, and that’s what her aura looked like, bright and golden. aura sight didn’t come in visuals alone. hers sounded like crackling embers and tasted like honey, it was warm and sweet even when he’d seen it scathing, and harsh. fox could bask in her presence and feel something akin to home, which was a dangerous thought in itself, because he’d always wanted one of those. he didn’t need to read her mind to be in sync with her sometimes, they just moved on the same wavelength.

truth be told, yang was the closest thing he’d come to seeing sunlight in fifteen years.

                   @huolonq​   ›   peppers their face with kisses !! she misses them. : (                                                                  unscripted.

ren wasn’t particularly fond of the air ship terminals. it was constantly cold, no matter the time of day or the season. it’s a mixture of stagnant or frigid air, it’s so very crowded, and the food was too much for the subpar quality. it was all a little unbearable. they were a mixture of relief and drowsiness, feeling the effects of jetlag making a slow, cold crawl through their system as they weaved between the crowds of sullen faces. it was far too early to be up, and ren was deliberating giving into the overpriced coffee when a familiar flash of golden hair caught their attention. leave it to the sneaky dragoness to surprise them like this when they were meant to greet her at home.

the amused huff of laughter upon affectionate onslaught, arms coming to wrap around she nova instinctually, coming to revel in her warmth like how flowers greeted sunlight.   ‘   qīnài de.   ’   ren utters the words into gleaming tufts of sunshine gossamer and they felt at ease for the first time in months, first words uttered in days and yet they don’t care for the vulnerability in scratchy tones. they knew they were safe here in her arms, held in her palms like something precious. ah, there it is, her precious rainstorm smile. ren grasped her ‘round the waist and spun her into a few giddy circles, uncaring of their little spectacle.

she made the unbearable bearable.

UNPROMPTED mailbox for the fox ! ✿ always accepting. @huolonq​ has asked: scoops her up !! spins her around a lil !!

SQUEAK ! High-pitched and obnoxiously loud is the cheeping sound that breaks free from the cage of her mouth as soon as her petite silhouette is mercilessly picked up and spun around by the much stronger DRAGONESS. Slender arms come to instantaneously curl and fold around the other’s muscular shoulders, a perhaps futile attempt at holding herself tight whilst the entirety of the world spirals around her in blurred and brazen colors   ──   Even her nine tails, usually spread elegantly all over her curvaceous silhouette, now fervently dance in the wind, as if overtaken by an ARDOR that can barely be expressed through vocal means ( a cushiony mass of LUMINESCENT FUR, of glistening auroras and lonely stars ) . 

GENUINE LAUGHTER bubbles against the back of her throat, mellifluous yet shrilly, much louder and more acute than it would usually be, solely interrupted by the sudden apparition of girlish titters and by the foxen fae’s poor attempts at vocalizing something ( most likely a PLEA to be put down before she begins to see the stars   ──   after all, why would she ever look at the stars when Yang is the SUN itself ? ) . Hound-like ears press against her skull as she tries to safely bury her face in the other’s neck and, after what felt like an entire century of inhumane tortures, the spinning motions finally come to an end, leaving her comfortably cradled in the blonde’s strong arms. Is she going to jump off and run for her life ? Oh no no, that’s definitely not an option ! Shoulders leisurely shake with the remnants of heartfelt laughter, whilst her eyelids remain closed and the simper ‘pon her roseate tiers grows in both width and glee, easily conquering the expanse of her quickly reddening cheeks.   

happy birthday, @huolonq! i love you & cherish our friendship with all my heart. i hope your day has been as wonderful and charming and pleasant as you are :)