#valianse

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@valianse​ said  :     " beanbags are just boneless sofas. "

“ Like,  sacks of couch meat? ” 

“ you thought i was dead ? ”

     A deep crack could be heard as Ren’s body collided with the cliff wall, and his aura flashed bright pink as it broke completely. He grunted as he fell to the dusty ground; a miracle he landed on his back after the way he felt his ribs snap inwards on impact. Short, shallow breaths came out as little gasps while he tried desperately to catch a full breath, but it didn’t take him long to realize that the hit he’d taken had been a much bigger toll on his body than simply knocking the wind out of him. Each breath sounded wrong, and he could feel the way some of his ribs had collapsed in towards his lungs. Staring wide eyed at the clear sunlit sky, Ren trembled as he continued to gasp for air. After a moment of thought, he rested his head to the side, eyes searching the battlegrounds for Jaune.

Jaune.

For a beat, Ren considered that if he was going to die, he’d like to spend his last moments thinking about the golden knight who’d seemingly won his heart. Over the haze of screaming Grimm, and the soft ringing in his ears, Ren could hear a crackling sound emanating from his chest. His condition was worsening and he could feel it. As he looked over the chaos around him, Ren finally managed to lock his gaze on Jaune, and he let out a choked sigh. He’d grown so much, so fast, in the time Ren knew him. He was lithe and strong now, learning so quickly, and Ren watched unblinking as the blond took down two Grimm in one swing. As his gaze became more unfocused, he saw Jaune turn towards him ... he almost thought he’d heard his own name on the knight’s lips before he slipped out of consciousness.

     When Ren had awoken, the scene looked different. Blurs of his teammates and friends kept more Grimm at bay, but nowhere amongst the group did he find Jaune. Even through the daze, worry struck him like an arrow, and he struggled in an attempt to sit up. The feelings of hands pressing gently to his chest made him turn to face the other direction. There he was met with the fear-stricken face of his team leader, the very person he was looking for. For just a moment, relief settled over Ren, and he relaxed against the ground again. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, however, he watched as Jaune’s features relaxed. As if in slow motion, the man’s eyes fell closed and he collapsed over Ren’s torso. The bright crackle of broken aura, alongside the pain that shot through Ren’s chest, brought forth a strained cry of heartache.

     It had been almost twenty-one hours since they’d gotten Jaune in bed, safe though unconscious. Ren stayed by his side the entire time, mostly healed from his injuries and ignoring the remaining pain. Though his eyes shone with exhaustion, and he kept nodding off for a few minutes at a time, he refused to let himself sleep properly until he knew Jaune was going to wake up. Once he did, and Ren locked his gaze with the blond’s own, he couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in his eyes. Lacing their fingers together, to comfort both Jaune and himself, Ren had said those words softly. I thought you were dead.

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nuzzles into his neck. he's home now.

collecting herbs for his "medicine" had become a calming affair, made all the more interesting from his recent encounters with the handsome researcher, ren. though jaune didn't know much about him yet, curiosity had been piqued by the other's fascination with magic. heart drops temporarily when he sees ren has found one of his escaped feathers, wondering what the other might do with it. " morning! " still, his smile was genuine, warm. " it's cold today, isn't it ? "

     in his usual fashion, rèn had gotten up early that morning, preparing himself to spend a few hours in town and pick up where he'd left off in yesterday's research. pink streak twisted and pinned under dark hair, lotus had busied himself with applying some contouring makeup — just a base dusting to change the way light hit his features. having plaited his long locks, he'd tucked the braid under at the base of his skull and pinned it in place. slipping into some clothing he'd bought in town, rèn donned his shoulder bag and grabbed a scone before slipping out the door. the air was chilled as he made his way down the path out of the kingdom, but he'd taken his time to enjoy the crisp morning on his journey. a light fog was settled over the town, and it made rèn feel content, comfortably hidden amongst low hanging clouds.

     as ren had approached the door to the shop he spent most of his time at, he'd noticed a single, large, bright white feather rested almost elegantly against the doorstep. he'd found a couple of these similar feathers around this establishment before, and each time he'd pluck them from the ground and place them between pages of his journal to keep them safe. they fascinated him — rèn had never seen anything else like these feathers. twirling it between his fingers, disguised prince pushed open the front door and stepped inside. the little tinkling bell on the door frame always seemed inviting, and rèn shivered at the temperature difference stepping into the comfortably warm shop. it was always lovely here, and rèn often curled up in a chair near the back to read the books he was not allowed to open inside the kingdom. glancing over the room, he was met with a familiar smiling face.