Stripped of her usual armor, Pyrrha felt vaguely underdressed. Which she hardly was, she was just wearing skinny jeans and a cropped blouse instead of leg armor and leather top. It was rare she got to wear some of her more casual clothes, so she hoped she didn’t draw too much attention as she walked through campus.

Pyrrha counted her lucky stars that the rest of her team was out when she slunk back to their dorms. Not having to face anyone while she was less than prim and proper—and certainly not from working out—was a relief, and allowed her to wash away any evidence in peace. And maybe rub one out after thinking about what happened again. She was absolutely helpless. It was only after her shower that she had a slightly awkward run in with a returning Ren (who she realized was gonna be even more awkward to refer to alongside Renatus) but luckily, he wasn’t nearly as nosy as his partner when he saw her nervously putting together an outfit and escaping back into the bathroom. He didn’t even consider it his business to ask where she was going, and Pyrrha never appreciated his reserved nature as much as just then. At the very least, she had the courtesy to blurt out ‘goingintotownbye!’ before darting out of the room.

"Isn't it obvious? Now you take everything else off so I can ogle you in just one of my shirts." - Renatus

The rest of her clothes were gone within seconds.

💞 "Willow, be a dear and stroke my ego. There's no question here, I just want to hear you gush about me." - Ren

In the spirit of Sinday, feel free to send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly! x

“ Ren, ” Willow couldn’t help but giggle at his bluntness, but it’s not like it was unwelcome. She appreciated him cutting straight to the chase, and she was always happy to talk about the love of her life, her paramour.

“ You’re the best husband I could ask for, ” Willow started with a coo, slinging her arms around his neck to gaze at him lovingly, “ you’re sweet, patient, so passionate. The definition of tall, dark and handsome, ” she kissed his cheek softly.

“No one said anything about it being simple, dear.” Kali chuckled softly, eyes never leaving the basket she was weaving with palm fronds and twine, “Healing rarely feels like healing.” Her fingers slowed for a brief moment, eyes going sightless, staring into nothing, before she hummed a sigh of consideration. “It often feels more like dying.” 

Her fingers resumed their gentle rhythm, as her eyes finally lifted to observe the other woman, meeting her scathing gaze with a look of understanding and kindness. No pity, nor disappointment. Just a solemn look of knowing. “Whether I am a good mother or not isn’t up to me to decide. Blake might have something very different to say about that. I am by no means a model parent.”

Setting to work on the next rung on the basket, Kali allowed a bit of silence to settle over them, making no comment about how tense and strung-out the younger girl appeared to be. There was no point. It would be obvious to anyone who looked at her. Calling it into question would do nothing but agitate and antagonize. Instead, she nodded toward her handmaid, “Would you bring us some coffee, please?”

there was that familiar swelling of pride inside the jackal’s chest at his affirmation that yes, she’d done well- better than well even. it made all the sleepless nights and migraines worth it just to know that she’d provided something to renatus that he seemed to be holding in high regard. ksenija’s features lit up even more, smiling brightly as she basked in the praise, something that she was usually reticent to receive but in this case she gladly accepted it. this had easily been one of if not the most challenging project she’d tasked herself with, and the person she’d wanted to acknowledge it the most had. she figured she could allow herself this chance to feel prideful of her work, though in all likelihood once she’d come down off her high horse she’d chastise herself for allowing herself to feel what she considered arrogance in her own work.

as renatus studied over the tome ksenija could feel herself beginning to come down off the high she’d been riding from both her discoveries and the caffeine she’d been relying so heavily on to keep herself going. it was like after finishing a fight, when the adrenaline was beginning to wear off and the reality of just how hard one had been pushing themselves began to set it. she could already feel the crash coming and it was gonna be a big one too- she knew because her nose had yet to stop bleeding, droplets of blood falling to the floor. legs that’d already been shaky at best were struggling to keep her upright and her body felt like it was weighed down by lead ; it took less than a minute for her legs to finally give out from under her and send her crashing to the ground. she managed to at least keep herself mostly upright by bracing her hands against the floor, legs bent to either side behind her. she felt light headed, again probably from the caffeine crash and general exhaustion. but she was still too elated to even care about those things right now. she’d been useful, she’d been praised- those far outweighed the negative side effects that came from her pushing herself well past her limits.

” it’s amazing, isn’t it ? everything we thought we knew, what the world knows, completely flipped on its head. and if something like this is true then who knows what other facts about our world and its past could be wrong ? each kingdom could have something akin to this just waiting to be unearthed and brought to light. i don’t even know where to start next- i mean vale is out of the question currently, and atlas.... but vacuo, there’s so much hidden under the sands just waiting to be dug up. “

by this point ksenija was talking more to herself than to renatus, body wavering slightly as her arms did their best to keep her from simply falling over onto the ground.

Lyra sighed as she looked over the display before her. Here she was at the Vytal Festival, the single largest event in Remnant to promote unity and prosperity between the kingdoms, and hardly anyone was here at the historical exhibit.

She couldn’t blame them, of course. The tournament was always much more exciting than the various paintings and artifacts from the Great War, but even so she had hoped at least some people would have come to see it. At the center of this tent stood, surrounded by glass, the original Vytal Accords. Drafted on yellowed paper, ink just barely starting to fade, this document is what gave them the peace they had now. Her ancestors had helped to create it, after King Ozymandius defeated the Mantle and Mistral armies.

She was particularly drawn to it due to recent developments, namely her finally taking the Evergreene seat on the Vale Council. The office of Lord Warden had been handed down her family line for centuries, almost since there was a Vale. Now that it was her turn, she had hoped to glean some inspiration from the past.

“Honestly, one of the single most important items in our history, and it loses out to fried foods? I suppose that’s what we fought for, the right to enjoy culture...” She chuckled to herself.

Celestia returned the coy smile down at her student peeking through the valley of her breasts.

“ Actual dinner, or… ” the princess trailed off cheekily as she shot her a knowing look and laughed. It petered off once Liane brushed her hand against her cheek, a surprisingly intimate gesture that she was more than happy to lean into. Amethyst eyes looked down with warmth, one of Celestia’s hands combing Liane wild fiery hair out of her face.