#lightningfelt

    “ She will rise. With a spine of steel                                       and a roar like thunder, she will rise “

@lightningfelt​ said :  ❝ Looking for trouble and if I cannot find it, I will create it. ❞

guide to troubled birds meme | not accepting !!

“ Nora,  it’s four in the morning... ”  She stifles one yawn behind a hand,  her hair sticking almost straight up like a porcupine.  “ Can you find some trouble tomorrow? ” 

She presses both of her hands to Nora’s cheeks.  It might have been sweet if it wasn’t so obviously clumsy. 

a slightly altered timeline | not accepting !!

@lightningfelt​   >   “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!”

the answer to the assumption is always the same. the baseline for ren’s emotional expressions was always a sense of pleasant mellowness, but they made sure that it never lowered beyond that of occasional worry. any more than that and someone else might catch on. this was the way they’d always been, ever since kuroyuri. ren’s semblance kept them sane, she knew this, but then again, didn’t it make sense that nora would be the only one to see through that barrier ?   ‘   i’m not upset.   ’   ren replied, and for added measure, their lips curled into a smile. they looked almost tranquil, had it not been for their aura cracking, the tranquility of their powers faltering. because ren’s eyes ? they were honest, even when the rest of them refused to be. ren could lie, and lie, and lie, but some fraction of the truth could always be found in their eyes. the wayward tear that streamed down their cheek was evidence enough. but they had to be strong. for nora, for jaune, for ruby. this was not the time to be digging up their own problems. ren let out a soft peal of shuddery laughter, wiping the tear away.   ‘   it’s because they don’t.   ’   they don’t matter.   no matter what, ren had to get over this. one of them had to be stable even if the rest of them were falling apart. they had a semblance which gave them an excuse not to feel pain. of course it had to be them.

caring for stubborn muses.   (   not acc.   )

“ I know it doesn’t feel like it sometimes, but Ironwood’s trying to do what’s best. ”

An arm crosses over her chest. Her eyes seem to be almost magnetically opposed to Nora’s. Even her tone feels like it hangs hollow -- like on some level, she’s trying to convince herself more than she’s trying to convince her friend. 

“ The longer it takes for Amity Tower to be completed, the greater danger it’s in, ” she continues. Her words are oiled and rehearsed -- repeated from one of a dozen briefings. It sounds logical. It sounds reasonable. It sounds Atlesian. 

What it doesn’t sound like is Ruby -- and she’s far too uncomfortably aware of it, and yet she still allows the words to chafe uncomfortably past her tongue. 

“ So as soon as the Tower goes up, then... ” Here is where she trails off. And then what? Amid the chaos of the Grimm, the logistics of world-wide communication, and the engineering of an entire war, they’ll suddenly find the time and the resources to focus on Mantle? 

It doesn’t matter. They have to. They have to. 

Ruby bites down on the inside of her cheek, and with a tone that tries not to sound hopeless, she repeats, “ We’re...doing what’s best, Nora. ”

                POOR     NORA.    She    wants   a     country    where     war     and    hunger     are     UNKNOWN,    and    she’s    stuck    in     one    where     it’s    ALL     the    citizens     know.     Ruby    doesn’t     know    EXACTLY    how    to    comfort    her    friend,     but     she    can    certainly    TRY.     Trying     means    SOMETHING,    right?