#sunwekan

     for  a  second,  tuned  out ... it  wasn’t  until  she  finally  managed  to process  exactly  what  it  was  that  came  out  of  his  mouth  was  when  the  roll  of  her  eyes  became  apparent.      but  that  she  should  expect  anything  less  from  remnants  self  proclaimed  greatest  stowaway ... was  that  what  he  called  himself ??  there  were  times  that  he  just  spouted  so  much  nonsense  she  just  couldn’t  keep  up.

          “ i’m  not  even  going  to  ask  where  you’ve  been  hiding  that  this  entire  time !! ” 

     not  that  a  sundae  wouldn’t  go  amiss  right  now,  actually  that  could  probably  take  the  edge  off  things ... after  all,  fatigue  when  just  thinking  can  sometimes  put  a  lot  of  strain  on  the  human  body.      an  awkward  scratch  to  the  back  of  head,  her  vision  fixates  back  over  towards  him ... her  head  tilts  to  the  side  before  a  sigh  emits  from  her  lips.

          “ i  have  a  hard  time  trying  to  contemplate  how  your  mind  works.  but  i  gathered  it’s  usually  in  mysterious  ways. ”

After she’s finished with her serving of milk, she passed the container over to Wukong. As the carton slid across the surface, the gaze of her eyes slipped to the cereal box. And although it lacked her image, the box had been of Pumpkin Pete’s. She’s not certain how their conversation derailed to this, but she knows that accepting their endorsement is not one of her proudest moments. All her hard work was for naught when the common populace recognized her as merely that cereal girl, instead of honoring her achievements, those she fought with tooth and nail to achieve. It is frustrating to be reduced to a mere mascot when she knows she is capable of greater things, has achieved greater things, but it mounts up to nothing at the promise of a check. She needed the money for tuition and equipment (which weren’t cheap), and coming from a humble background, the offer seemed like a blessing from the gods. 

But never mind that, all this stuttering among the bening details seemed like nothing compared to the underlying tone of his words. She is nothing short of a fool for finding wrong on a great opportunity when others such as herself lived through a rougher patch. Just take for example her friend here, who just admitted being on the back of a milk carton. That’s for missing children - which leads her to believe that he either ran away from home, or was abducted and through wit, managed to flee. Of course there is the certainty of it being a ruse, cleverly disguised as a morbid joke. But that’s not something he would do, or at least, she assumes. 

There are classmates who think lesser of him, not because of his ethnicity, but, the way he carries himself, with a disdain with normality. He dresses for the summer breeze and a carefree lifestyle, comfort above all else, because he never had the opportunity to relish on the comforts of being a child and free. There is struggle within his past, she has no proof but she knows because so little is known of him. That is because he probably doesn’t want anyone to know. He has secrets to hide, things he wishes not to relive because they are unpleasant. And despite that, his smiles come often and it is contagious. He smiles for others when they cannot do so themselves, and removes tension by being a comedic relief. It takes a certain kind of talent to braze through negativity and come out unchained by it, and she loves that about him, and wishes to be more like him. To be imposing and confident, to be able to win anyone over.

This may not be proper of her to think, but she looks at him and thinks he is a god amongst the living. Hair so golden like the sun with its mighty luminance and eyes so blue it mimics the endlessness of the sky. He belongs up there, not here with mortals so petty and corrupt. All he needs is his chariot to get to the gates. 

Pyrrha reaches out, the pads of her fingers tracing over the stretch of his skin. She feels the heat from his skin radiate onto her and making her warm in turn. Her thumb rests over his wrist, the other fingers curving along the outline until her nails get on the meat of his palm. With her lead she stretches out his arm so that his hand is closer to her, and so she’s able to, without strain, hold his hand with two of her own. Both hands join together over his, securing it with a languid touch. “Please don’t say such things.” Currently a mix well of emotions, pyrrha tried her best to present a singular emotion upon her countenance, and that emotion is that of worry. “You are far more than a face on a milk carton, you’re Sun Wukong. And although it frightens me to think of all that you have endured, I am also, in some way, thankful for everything that has brought you here, with me, so that we could enjoy this moment together as friends.” As greedy as all of that sounds. 

He is still her friend and she would like nothing more than to finish this meal at his side, stealing his time without guilt, at the cost of enjoying his company.

     ❝  you know something sun? this moment sort of reminds me when we first met by the pier. of course, you were running away but i don’t think i can ever forget that stare. i’m surprised how well you knew i was a faunus underneath the little bow. it might sound strange to say this before you leave me with everyone ...     i hope we can spend time again in menagerie when this fight ends. maybe even have a proper outing together, just you and me. what do you say?  ❞

Loud rather hearty laughter comes from the blonde as she readies herself again. Sparring with Sun was more enjoyable than it was with others, mostly because he matched her in strength && could easily kick her ass as well. Plus Yang got such an adrenaline rush out of it that she didn’t mind going another round. 

The smile on the girls lips is inevitable at this point as she beckons Sun over with her finger, telling him she’s ready for another round. 

Pyrrha considered this for a moment, watching Sun with her head tilted.

“I think,” she finally said slowly, “no one could ever fault you for caring too much. Is it a weakness? Sure, but I’d hazard a guess that a majority of students want to become Huntsmen  and Huntresses because they can help people. Fighting monsters, going on thrilling adventures, they’re both wonderful parts of the job, but it certainly isn’t as safe or stable as most other professions. Besides,” she smiled, the expression lighting up her whole face, “I’ve heard you’re rather crafty when it comes to a fight and don’t mind getting into trouble. Somehow I get the feeling that getting out of those deals makes for a pretty good story.” 

     _001. THEIR BATTLE HAS YET TO COME      and they needed to prepare. a score to settle with, her time to rest is ending quick. she couldn’t turn a blind eye anymore not without this recent update. a fear worked well to shape her perspective, knowing there’s more to risk than simply a team alone. the world, her people running in the wrong ideology, everything --- only the feline faunus could make things better. at least the absence of a team meant one person resides close to her. his comical routine stays true to an energetic monkey; couldn’t have asked for a better partner. their silence remained until a head tilts toward the ocean’s direction, finally breathing out air to speak.

❝   sun, i’ve been thinking about what you said. i just wanted to say ... thank you.   ❞ 

     _002. FINGERS LOCK HOLD FIRMLY FOR A WARM TOUCH.      subtle as it was, these were silent affections she could offer. the least she could do in exchange for providing a hardened lesson: running away won’t fix anything. saving her friends is a priority and she’ll begin with HER ( ilia ).

Talk about a no win situation? In truth part of him at this point could wish it was high time for another one of Sage’s lectures. The guy didn’t even have to be here to have some surprisingly perceptive words in store. Danger at this point was attempting to be settled too comfortably within the realm of space they could find safe haven in. A grim discovery had been made during his travels in Menagerie, a second wasn’t spared to relay this message.

That idle ache creeping within his shoulder would be stubbornly ignored for the most part as he typed away. Even in the midst of dire straits couldn’t stop him from applying that trickster’s charm in whatever he wrote up.

[Txt] : Yeahhhhh man.. You know? Sometimes I really gotta wonder if you have that third eye business going down with you.

[Txt] : Cause I don’t know if you wonder the memo quicker than me. But yeah, word on the street down here is that our place is going to be receiving some trouble man.

[Txt] : Beacon being sent to high hell level of trouble. These bastards are planning on making a second round! So I’m swinging by a lot sooner than you think.

In a way he was relieved to have some helpful notes to offer him. The way they dealt with his penchant for springing forth to a new adventure, following his heart so to speak on particular matters is a hard thing to deal with. Realizing and knowing it is one thing. Doing something about that? Sun held not a single damn clue on if he’d ever change those ways. If people close to him needed a hand, that glaring impulse in his heart just prompted him to act.

Piling the effort to make up for these sudden cuts grew in terms of resolve.

[Txt] : How are you holding the fort down there by the by?

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          Sun should know that the trickster’s charm would never work on Sage of all people, for one reason or another, especially right now. Lifting his eyes from his scroll, he looked around the room with a dreary expression. The room would be empty if it weren’t for his own presence there. Sage was alone.

          [text] terribly 

          If Sage could bring himself to laugh right now, he would have. He’d be lying if there wasn’t some part of him that had always been so bitter for not being picked as leader. With Sun away, the reasoning as to why always became more apparent. 

          [text] Scarlet got angry again and left after an argument again. Neptune too.

          He didn’t even want to talk about why Scarlet was angry this time. It seemed to happen every single day now; it didn’t even matter what the three were bickering about anymore. Without Sun there, the team would just begin to fall apart. They needed that positive energy the blonde always seemed to carry with him wherever he goes. Sage was just... Not that.

          [text] if there’s something happening over there... you could’ve brought us with you this time. we could’ve helped.