#vorabled

James was going to kill him. 

Ozma may be debating killing the both of them, if each heavy step was reluctance instead of exhaustion and his right leg- it was always the right leg- refusing to bend quite right. Likely whatever damage a tower’s worth of rubble had done wasn’t healing correctly, but just has he didn’t have time to try and decipher the immortal’s feelings on his admittedly terribly idea, he couldn’t stop long enough to recover fully. 

Not until he was in a secure position where he could regroup with at least one of his prominent allies, at the very least. 

          “ you have got to be kidding me. ”  there he stands, red hair and hat, with that dumb cane and his knack for getting into situations he’s incapable of winning.  didn’t she already beat his ass once?  “ don’t you have ANYTHING better to do than bother a bunch of kids?  get out of here. ”  they just want to live their lives out roman.  blake wants nothing to do with your schemes.

                        It was the dead of night, not a single sound could be heard in their room. The silence was nice as everything was always so fast-paced and loud-- sometimes it felt like they never got a peaceful moment together. She supposes that that’s just how it is in the life of crime, specifically the life of crime where your boss’s boss feels like an omnipresent villain from the way they are never talked about. They work in the dark, completely unaware of Cinder’s plans until they ‘need to know’.

                        Neo’s eyes blink awake, staring into the darkness of their room for only a brief moment. She then carefully rolls over, seeing her partners sleeping face on the pillow next to her own. Her hand lifts, gently caressing his delicate features before she leans in for a swift tender kiss. She’s content to roll back over and head back to sleep, but he just looks so darn adorable. Vulnerable and innocent are two words she would never use to describe him, but in the dimness of their room, she is tempted to.

RWBY Vol 6 - Accepting! - @vorabled

She cheated.

It takes her a few seconds to reply, and when she does, she attempts to simply seem childishly bitter, rather than entirely humiliated. Her movements are more violent, more exaggerated than normal. But once she finishes, she lets her arms drop heavily.

“As much as I might get some satisfaction for punching you in your smug face, I will not lower myself to such a tactic.” Oh but she was tempted. “It is not for your sake that I leave you be.”

Winter crossed her arms. This was all just a waste of time. Why bother questioning him when he refused to share what he knew? It would just save her the headache to lock him in a cell and leave him there.

“Yes, because your vulgarity certainly conveys civil.”

Winter knew well enough that choice language didn’t necessarily mean that someone wasn’t playing nice, but generally a person didn’t curse when being in proper, polite company. 

                    red  eyes  squint  at  the  other,  as  though  in  disbelief.    this  criminal  was  presumed  DEAD,  as  told  by  his  niece  herself.    seeing  him  in  front  of  him  was  nothing  short  of  some  twisted  miracle.    though,  despite  infamy,  qrow  thought  it  better  to  play  it  safe  than  immediately  reach  for  a  weapon.     ❛    wow.    some  disappearing  act,  huh ?  ❜