#serpentinehunter

Four Relationship Headcanons

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Russet really made an effort to stop swearing so much around Ashton for the longest time. It didn’t really work out, but she always apologized for it if she felt it was unnecessary. It wasn’t that often.

Ashton was hesitant about one thing and Russet made it her life goal to motivate and reassure him about just about god damn near everything. Especially the time Russet did research about how to talk to snakes and spent a week telling Ashton that no, it was not a joke directed at him, she wanted to get on better terms with Dorian.

Ashton made an effort to help Russet sleep by reading to her, whenever the woman’s insomnia really hits her hard, rather than getting up, she stays in bed and plays an instrument instead. Typically it’s her harmonica but she has a few other handheld instruments on hand. An acoustic guitar doesn’t make the easiest fit in bed.

A sorrowful Ashton was not something Russet ever liked to see. His words weighed heavy, his expression in his voice seemed solemn. A gentle hand touched his arm and made it’s way up to his shoulder. Russet waited to see if he was going to reject the touch, before giving a light rub.

Her words came with an equally reassuring face. “Y’know you can tell me anything, right? I know some things are difficult to talk about but, I’m here. I haven’t ‘survived’ much of my own, but I’ll do my best to understand.”

Everyone else around her seemed to have an awful life experience, a trauma or two. Russet was relatively lucky, only one instance of an uneventful divorce and bandits attempting to be, well bandits. Nothing compared to what everyone else had gone through. Even when Beacon fell she was unscathed by comparison.

She held disdain for herself for it.

They had been laying in their pajamas all night with several mismatched blankets draped around them. She was warm, comfortable, in soft blankets... and now she was pouting, and giving Ashton a pleading look. The few pats on her head with his one free hand only made her grumble slightly, and briefly consider letting the other one go. However, body heat was escaping the longer she had Ashton stand there. With a grumble and a sigh she reluctantly let the faunus go.

“Fiiiine.” A whine escaped her lips, returning to the upset expression and sideways glance it was before. “I feel like you also owe me a kiss.”

“I find they can be a bit difficult to cook with sometimes, but they do make good morning tarts. They aren’t my first choice of berry but I wouldn’t shy away from one.”

“Cherries are great! Especially when you bring them camping. Roast those babies over a fire and it’s a great way to start the morning. Also of course you start spitting the pits out at your siblings because that’s just what someone had to start first thing in the morning... Blaine...”

Anonymously Anger my Muse

“I’m not loving any snake freak. Now, I know you aren’t gonna be talking about Ashton, because no one would be fuckin’ stupid enough to say Ashton is a snake freak to my face, and expect to get out of that alive. Ho hoooo nope. Wouldn’t have to show anyone some Reason now would I?”

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“I’m fine!” Russet shook her head at him, her comforting smile and wiping some mud from her face. “It’s not bad, someone just tried to grab my-”

Russet stopped, looking at the side of her hand. It was red. The sensation hit her face, one of stinging pain. Her smile faltered to shame as she obviously couldn’t hide a cut on her face from Ashton.

“Well… let’s go inside then.” She looked ashamed, and slightly nervous. “We can slap a bandage on this and I’ll be fine.”

Russet looked at the letter that had fallen into her bag. While she couldn’t blame Silvia for every shenanigan, misplaced item and strange trinkets she found within it, she had a feeling she knew ho this was from.

There wasn’t a point in not having fun with it though.

“I wonder who as well...” Russet nodded, pacing about the room curiously. “I could open it and read it... or I could give you a dramatic reading of it instead. Two mines are better than one after all.”

Russet didn’t wait for Ashton to answer. She opened the envelope carefully with a simple but swift motion. One that would be called excessive for opening a simple piece of mail, but this was an old theater student after all. “Care to take a seat?”