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@volarent​ ‘ s  jaune    »    " baby, would you still love me if i was a worm ? "

      what  a  strange  question  to  be  woken  up  with  in  the  middle  of  the  night . . .  sleepy  groan   ,   blake  flops  on  her  side   &.   moves  closer  to  jaune ‘ s  form   ,   kiss  to  cheek  before  burying  her  face  on  his  chest.  that ‘ s  a  yes.   ❝ go  back  to  sleep. ❞

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Adrastia stared blankly at the Beacon student. Was she talking to her? Surely this girl (Belladonna, was it?) knew better than to come up to her unprompted, and yet here she was, looking at her and speaking in her direction, so they must be talking to her. Tch.

And then it became clear that it was very deliberate, once the topic of conversation was revealed. Ah. Now that’s why Belladonna had approached her. This was about Renatus. That was fair enough, Adrastia supposed. They were partners; childhood friends. Who knew him better than she?

How did she stand him?

“Gladly.” Adrastia replied simply, sharp violet eyes bearing down on the student with the little black bow. “And without reserve.” Well, maybe a little reserve. What Ren didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

She could hazard a guess as to why Belladonna was so incensed. Their little debate in Professor Oobleck’s class had been quite the display. Most students had tuned it out, just glad to have the excuse to zone out and be spared the attentiveness of Oobleck, but Adrastia... There were few things more entertaining than watching Renatus tear into someone. He had a way with words that matched her skill with a knife. His tongue was certainly as sharp as one. And now it upset poor, baby Belladonna. Boo hoo.

“You strike me as a girl who isn’t used to being challenged.” Adrastia’s tone was dry, bored even. “Someone who thinks they know best but hides behind it with a veil of false humility. Of course, I’m just being an armchair psychologist here. I’m sure that I’m just talking out my own ass. But I’m willing to bet that you secretly find the prospect of a challenge rather exciting, given how flustered you are.” She mused, finding her nails much more interesting to stare at. She should paint them later. A dark purple, perhaps? 

@volarent​​ ‘ s  fox    »    fox was idly running his hands through feathered hair, a habit he never grew out of even after the long years they'd spent apart. yang's locks had a texture he'd never encountered with anyone else. fingers calloused and capable of so much harm were gentle, playful, trailing nail tips against her scalp and letting gossamer run over his fingers. < soft ... > he projected, unintentionally.

      this  is  the  very  thing  yang  has  let  slip  between  her  fingers  throughout  her  life   ,   &.   she ‘ d  be  lying  to  say  it  still  doesn ‘ t  terrify  her.  not  fox   ,   but  rather  this  closeness  they  share   ,   how  fleeting  their  affections  are   &.   how  close  they  can  be  at  the  same  time.  phoenix  girl  has  always  been  used  to  this   ;   fading  heat  on  ruffled  sheets   ,   the  roar  of  her  bike ‘ s  engine  as  she  speeds  away  from  forgetful  tryst  faster  than  the  event  itself   ,   leaving  the  face  of  a  stranger  behind  never  to  be  found  nor  seen  ever  again.   but  fox  is  different.   fox  isn ‘ t  a  stranger.  fox  isn ‘ t  forgetful  in  any  way  shape  or  form.   &.   it  terrifies  her.   how  could  yang  ever  forget  those  times  he ‘ d  visit  her  after  beacon ‘ s  fall   ?   knocked  her  flat  on  her  ass  to  encourage  her  to  rise  from  the  ashes  once  more  like  he  knew  she  could.   they ‘ ve  gotten  closer  than  either  cares  to  truthfully  admit   ,   forged  these  hidden  feelings  in  a  fire  so  hot  it  rivals  the  intensity  of  the  very  sun  itself.  maybe  that ‘ s  why  vacuo  feels  so  cozy  now   ,   even  in  the  confines  of  cfvy ‘ s  dorm  where  the  two  most  commonly  flee  when  not  wrapped  up  in  various  missions   &.   information  debriefings.  gods   ,   just  breathing  in  his  scent  makes  yang ‘ s  heart  flutter  in  a  way  she  never  expected  it  to.  

      but  i ‘ m  definitely  not  catching  feelings.  don ‘ t  get  it  twisted.

      a  long  day  slaying  grimm  in  the  desert  leads  them  back  to  vulpine ‘ s  dorm  bed   &.   unceremoniously  shall  they  PLOP  !  unto  the  mattress  so  hard  xiao  long ‘ s  shocked  it  doesn ‘ t  break.  girlish  giggles   ,   sweet  honey  in  vocalization  as  a  toothy  grin  stretches  along  expressionism.  yang ‘ s  readying  to  open  her  mouth   ,   utter  some  stupid  joke  that  she  knows  fox  will  snort  at   ,   though  ever  quick  is  she  to  be  silenced  by  the  mere  motion  of  someone  carding  digits  through  thick  golden  bundles.  normally  this  would  be  the  time  where  yang  engulfs  everything  around  her  in  an  ethereal  inferno   ,   scorch  everything  in  her  path   ,   but  it ‘ s  fox.  anyone  else  could  only  dream  of  such  a  thing.  silence  to  the  girl  of  molten  suns   ,   scathing  eyes  widening   &.   warmth  flooding  tanned  cheeks.  not  just  from  his  touch   ,   but  the  very  word  uttered  between  their  psyches.  golden  heart  skips  a  beat   &.  yang  gulps.  plays  it  off  by  playfully  butting  into  the  palm  of  his  hand  with  head.

sexuality and gender diversity headcanons // accepting

18 ) how does their family feel about the matter? friends? coworkers?—and does their thoughts matter to your muse?

                 this is one i hem and haw about a lot if only because miles has mentioned somewhere (i think it was miles) that in the rwby world it’s more ‘normal’ that sexualities are all different, that’s it’s not like the real world. i think the only person that really gives a crap about who jaune dates is his father, oddly enough. but that’s because the guy has always been very proud of the arc line and ‘family tradition’ and all that. jaune is his only son, and he wants jaune to be with someone that can give him children. it’s an entirely outdated and stupid look at the world and john-pierre gets better about it as jaune ages, but in my verses with @becomestorm​ it’s been an ongoing argument between the two arc men. jaune only cares what his family thinks because he loves them, and his father’s expectations for him really bum him out. 

19 ) what’s your muse’s relationship with the current state of their body?

                i was hoping someone asked this one because it’s one of the few topics i haven’t really embellished on before. after his first growth spurt, jaune has never really caught up in feeling like he’s big enough for his body. he knows he’s tall, knows he’s only getting taller, but he feels as if he still has two left feet. or that he’s learning to walk like a baby deer. he still considers himself the least capable member in the current dais, and that can sometimes stem directly to how he views himself physically. 

@volarent​​ ‘ s  blake   »   " you said my kisses sent you to space. " they hadn't ... touched one another, not in the same way. blake hadn't even dared think about it since enrolling into beacon, but there had always been the curiosity, a small flame of desire that hadn't quite died out. " did you really mean that, or were you just trying to ... " felid paused, eyes narrowing as she tried to find the right words. " ... were you just trying to make it seem like more than it was ? "

      was  she  that  obvious  in  her  sickly  sweet  confessional   ,   or  was  yang  just  bold  enough  to  where  it  became  too  good  to  be  true  for  blake   ?   poetic  prose   &.   pretty  things  were  never  the dragon ‘ s  specialty   ,   but  she  wants  to  try  this  time.  there ‘ s  not  much  that  renders  yang  completely  speechless   ,   very  little  in  this  world  that  can  safely  quell  her  intense  dragon  flame   ,   but  blake  . . .  has  she  done  just  that   ?   the  unthinkable   ?   yang  bites   &.   chews  on  lower  lip    ,   scathing  eyes  cast  downwards  as  sun   &.   moon  sit  in  this  silence  that  can  only  be  described  as  painful.  vivid  are  the  memories  of  nyx  -  chosen ‘ s  touch  upon  ignited  flesh   ,   the  bruising  kisses   &.   claw  marks  radiating  hot  for  hours  to  come  even  after  their  little  rendezvous  that  fateful  night   ,   leaving  yang  to  think  she ‘ d  never  see  blake  ever  again  as  she  fled  into  the  moon  . . .  what  a  fool  she  was  to  think  such  things.  gold  dragon  nods  once  in  her  seat   ,   the  rest  of  her  frame  slouching   &.  arms  coming  to  fold  tight  over  her  chest.   ❝ of  course  i  meant  it. ❞   she  finally  admits  within  lines  of  softened  tonality.  all  of  yang ‘ s  flings  have  never  lasted   &.   she  was  beyond  content  with  never  seeing  their  faces  ever  again  after  the  night  came  to  a  close   ;   why  would  she  wish  to  reminisce  in  faces  of  those  she  hardly  remembers  now   ?   she  does  that  enough  with  blake  already   ,   for  how  could  yang  ever  forget  those  piercing  amber  eyes  that  stared  into  her  soul   &.   ripped  it  apart  at  the  seams   ?

      ❝ i  never  forgot  about  you   ,   even  when  y ‘  didn ‘ t  leave  me  so  much  as  your  name  that  night. ❞   murmurs  nova  girl   ,   almost  guilty  in  her  speech.  blake  wanted  to  run  away  that  night   ,   she  never  expected  to  run  into  an  old  flame  once  more  upon  enrolling  to  beacon.  did  yang  disrupt  that  desire  completely   ,   then   ?   a  foil  to  the  plans  so  securely  woven  in  darkness   &.   pretty  dark  lashes.  yang  sighs   &.   exhales   ,   puff  of  beastly  smog  betwixt  lips.  maybe  she  should  be  lucky  that  she   &.   blake  ran  into  each  other  again  in  the  emerald  forest   ,   instead  of  festering  in  these  feelings  whenever  belladonna  came  near  rather  than  ignoring  them  like  yang  was  so  used  to.  her  fingers  curl  into  her  palm.   ❝ i  knew  i  had  to  find  you  again  one  day   ,   ‘ an  i  did.  ‘  wasn ‘ t  expecting  to    –    but  i  did. ❞   it  hurts  to  be  admitting  this.  painful.  akin  to  thousands  of  tiny  needles  being  stabbed  into  flesh  void  of  aura ‘ s  protection.  what  if  this  scares  blake  into  leaving  her  all  over  again   ?   what  if  this  heartfelt  spilling  of  yang ‘ s  golden  innards  are  too  much  for  nightshade  to  stand   ?   too  overwhelming  to  process  all  at  once.  that ‘ s  what  terrifies  yang  the  most   ,   to  be  perfectly  truthful.  blake  could  reject  her   &.   she ‘ d  feel  no  ill  intent    ,   but  to  lose  the  very  person  she ‘ s  spent  so  long  thinking  about   . . .  to  never  see  or  touch  her  again  after  having  her  toxins  between  fingertips  once  more.  please  no.  please  let  me  have  this  happy  dream    ,   just  this  once.   xiao  long  licks  dry  lips   ,   sigh  trembly    &.   confidence  pouring  out  in  waves  as  she  turns  to  face  blake  once  more  instead  of  just  talking  to  the  empty  space  before  her.  fuck.  even  know  does  yang ‘ s  heart  skip  a  beat  just  looking  at  her.  fuck.

*AFTON & BLAKE. / @volarent (afton’s bday bash 2k20.)

he takes a long look, at the holo-disks. some of them... were titles he recognized. one or two, ones he’d watch, as a child. before renji, before... everything. a small smile, and he looks through the titles, before shaking his head with his own almost nervous laugh. pats the disks once, midnight eyes finally looking back at felid.

“... thanks, blake,” holds them tight in his hand - the hand still wearing the glove she got him last birthday, plated knuckles and all. “i think, uh. i think that’s a great day. i think we all deserve a day off, huh?

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