#remnesque

        “miss nikos, your reputation precedes you.” winter steps forth across the aircraft hangar, deftly dodging the bustle of loading and extends a gloved hand. “when we requested competent huntsman assistance i did not expect the best.”

“     tell   you   a   secret ?     ”     she felt her brows furrow in annoyed confusion, chin lifting from the heel of her hand. silence broken by that, of all things, a demand for a pry into her private life. weiss found their eyes, expression pinching just a bit while she thought. a small smirk noted on their lips set her off / it wasn’t like she was going to trust them regardless, but that smirk irked her in a way she couldn’t describe.          “     alright.     ”

      ❛     pyrrha, would you join me in the kitchen for a moment?  i could use some help with supper.     ❜      she smiled once before making her way into the kitchen, away from the hubbub ensuing in the family room.   the moment they are alone, saphron whirled to face the other girl, smile more watery than before.      ❛     we haven’t really had a chance to talk, woman to woman, and i thought that needed to be fixed.   i’ve heard so much about you from my brother, but i wanted to really get to know the girl who’s done so much for him.   for everyone out there.  i owe you more than you realize.     ❜

ship headcanons : accepting.

1.   when team rwby parts ways to pursue other things in life, blake and weiss don’t part on bad terms.  in fact, despite taking very different careers in life, they end up colliding a lot and weiss loves to bring blake in as an ‘expert’ on faunus affairs while she’s reforming the sdc.  she is constantly calling blake to ask for advice on how to approach certain problems, and is unbelievably conscious of how her organization has affected faunus.  eventually, she works in tandem with blake to launch a faunus compensation fund to repay those displaced or hurt by the previous affairs of the sdc.  i’d like to think blake is proud!

2.   weiss consistently offers to fly blake up to atlas i her own jet, and i’m sure blake has turned it down on a number of occasions.  the one time she finally agrees its because weiss has flown to menagerie, personally, to pick her up - and its undeniably lavish.  they spend the whole trip sipping mocktails and catching up and fucking in the back.  its weiss constantly wanting to spend her money on blake and blake adamantly denying, lbr.

‘ SWEEP ME AWAY, ’  HE MUTTERED BACK ALMOST IMMEDIATELY,  then hummedamiably, uncaring of what impression that impulsive reply left — he often spokecarelessly and brightly.  had he been caughtin his curiosity?  for a second worrybloomed over if he had ever stared a little too hard, distracted &interested in their wings.  love hadn’tbeen raised to  ignore  someone’s faunustraits, only to not bring undue attention to them, to not be rude orprovocative.  these were very old social lessons,bored and thorough.  how would he feel ifsomeone came along and pulled his hair just because they had never seen curlsbefore?  annoyed.  and if they made fun of him for it?  annoyed and  bad.  thinkof people in their clan like leila, her straight and towering horns stillunbroken only because she was the strongest warrior among them.  should one’s strength be the only thing tocensor meanness or discrimination?  no,of course not.  and so on and so on, teachingstories and violently moral fairy tales intended to push and engage him, toraise him with correct propriety.  difficultto say if it worked, when one time after being asked what he would do if abully continued to cause grief love had given a severe pause, then an ecstaticallybleak  i would kill them.

humor which his teacher failed to appreciate at the time!  likely because back then some still feared theconnection between his excitability and his semblance, admiringly, like appreciatinga fine blade while fully acknowledging it existed to harm.  like his blood affinity would one day inevitablyroll into bloodlust.  shame.  but in hindsight, too real.  violence could and did beget violence.

the levity in tes’ response & wink eased love’sworry quickly enough, prompting his own flashed smile, always happy to be the recipient of their increasingly familiar brand of charm.  ‘ i don’t mind!  though if you  do  sweep me away please, for my sake, telleveryone that my cause of death was by my own mentor’s hand.  make it very dramatic and as fond as possible. ’  said while circling behind them.  he fluttered one hand behind tes’ wing andthought of putting a hand behind clear mosaics and stained glass.  when the light hit just right the sight remindedhim of the same glimmer, theirs an iridescent swirl.  he knew enough to know that insect typefaunus were rarer.  he’d had enough of achildhood to associate tiny wings with delicacy and frailty that crumbled tothe touch, small powdery scales smudging his fingertips when catchingbutterflies too roughly.

but for all of his cautious thoughts, his next touch was surewhen he finally reached out.  love boldlyspread his palms over their wings, natural and atlas tech both, pettingslightly to take in their texture, then themotion stilled so his touch simply rested there, as he said in an all-encompassingverdict:  ‘ pretty. ’

unprompted. @remnesque.

               she’s almost      feline      in the way she reclines      ,      hands reaching up as her body curves      ,      stretching      ,      arching into the feather caresses of their fingertips      .      there’s the thought that perhaps she should be more modest      ,      more uneasy with mercury’s leaden gaze upon her frame      ,      but the heat of their stare makes her blood surge      .      they’ve regained their breath from their last coupling      ,      &&      the valkyrie is inclined to try to      entice      them into another      .

               annoyance pulls her lips tight      ,      arms locking in an embrace as elbows support her      ,      shoulders rising from the bed      .      although nora has learnt by now not to put as much stock in everything which spills from mercury’s tongue      (      depending      ,      of course      ,      on its placement in relation to her thighs      )      ,      she still finds it a somewhat sore point to even mention beacon      .      neither of them speak of it anymore      ,      &&      it’s an unspoken agreement that she thinks for the best      .      they were both different people then      .

I’m weak for asks | aa.@remnesque​ - Yang

The two sisters had been sitting around the dorm, enjoying some time to themselves for once. Ruby had been reading one of her comics and Yang…well, she had no idea what Yang was doing but she knew her sister was there! The sudden question had caught her completely off guard, however. Comic slipped from her hands, landing on her face and causing the girl to make a noise. It sounded like a cross between a snort and a squeak. Peeking over the pages as she sat up, Ruby knew her secret had been discovered just by the look on Yang’s face. And yet..

“I..! No way! She’s just my partner and I care about her a lot ok?!“ The young rose deflated as her sister’s grin continued to grew. There was no point in lying.

     with her bolero draped over her shoulders but limbs shivering nonetheless, weiss sits at the dining table with her hands cradling a mug of hot chocolate and eyes watching the bubbles swirl. the steam has long since disappeared, the drink cooling. that’s how long pyrrha has watched weiss sit in silence, but her presence is comforting nonetheless. weiss’ fingers drum on the sides of her mug, her face tight with the tears that had fallen in her waking. it isn’t even cold, but she shivers nonetheless, and she feels pyrrha’s hand lift to rest on her back. 

     “it felt like i was dying again.” weiss whispers, as though the sleeping bodies several doors away could hear her and wake to offer their condolences. this feels like a wake, like she should be offering miniature sausage rolls and cocktail sticks with cubes of cheese on them while people say things like i’m sorry for your loss. weiss swallows, and leans into pyrrha’s touch. “like i was drowning, of all things. isn’t that weird? i wasn’t near water when i -- when i...”