@sunscathe › for a moment , she’s staring &. it is completely intentional. awestruck is dragoness when scathing eyes rest upon boy vulpes ; how he’s grown in the few years they’ve spent apart , how she is just now acknowledging the way that shit eating grin of his makes gold dripped heart thump away in chest something wild. clear of throat , shake of sunlit crown. yang simply reaches forward &. brushes bangs from his face. ❛ you’re such a hot mess. ❜ emphasis on hot. › unscripted.
being looked at wasn’t a new feeling in the slightest, he’d come to memorise the instinct that came with being gazed upon, despite having no means of returning it. fox guessed where another person’s eyes were from where he heard their voice, and wouldn’t know the proper location of someone’s eyes unless he knew them really well. wells of aura were normally located very close to the eyes, and he could see where yang’s were, could probably guess she needed it there when her eyes changed colour. he’d been told they were purple, one of the colours he could barely remember from when he still had sight. he could compare it to someone with a purple aura, but at the same time auras seemed to have a wavelength all of their own, like the shade of it kept shifting tonal values depending on mood. when fox thought about what yang’s eyes might have looked like, he’d been reminded of desert flowers, the kind of rarity that had endured the harshest conditions imaginable and had still bloomed regardless.
he’d been right, when he said she would turn her pain into strength. he knew she would.
it was hard to believe their last times together were spent in melancholy. yang was still recovering, and fox was leaving for shade. despite their jovial demeanours, it had been hard to shake the feeling of an inevitable goodbye. and now here she was, as bright and vibrant as ever even when simply relaxing on his bed in cfvy dorm. it’s a barely used piece of furniture, there for when fox needed to sleep and nothing else. he had spent so much time outside of the city lately he didn’t even use it for “ entertaining ” guests anymore. yet it felt strangely homey, more like his comfortable mattress back in beacon when yang joined him.
he’d been blowing his bangs out of his face every few intervals of his scroll browsing, listening to the latest news and all the while trying to remember the last time he’d had a haircut. it had grown out to the point where once it had gotten to annoying, he’d simply tied it into a bun at his nape, but stray wisps would linger too close to his face to be able to concentrate sometimes. another inhale, but let go once he felt fingertips trace his hairline, and for a moment he was reminded of exactly how touch starved he’d been the last few weeks of mission after mission after mission. the violence of grimm and the pain they incited couldn’t always remind fox of what it was like to be human, but this ... fox couldn’t remember the last time he’d been treated like something breakable. the tenderness of the action was enough to startle him, and if she peered close enough might have noticed the darkening flush on warm skin. a somewhat nervous huff was easily blanketed by childish retort, familiar ( safe ) flirting. ‘ yeah ... well, it takes one to know one. ’
what are you, six ?
that sounded like a defence mechanism.










