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injury starters

He winces as they dab at his wound, “Yeah– ow– yeah, no kidding.” Sun says through gritted teeth. The sting of antiseptic causes him to tense up, lending no help to the slash across his chest. With what little willpower he can muster, he keeps still, digging his fingers into his leg.

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49. …out of necessity.

Today has been agonizingly long.

Sun got stuck with extra training because of a “disciplinary issue”, (Psh, whatever that means. Anyone that thinks a few spitballs stuck to the back of a professor’s coat isn’t funny needs to take some time to learn what real humor is.) and so has been in the training yards sparring since daybreak. Sparring, drills, hand to hand and obstacle courses. It’s grueling work, and gets less and less enjoyable the longer he’s out in the summer heat. Aside from a nasty sunburn (thanks, universe) he’s pretty sure there’s gonna be a bruise up his back from where he fell off a platform. 

It’s late afternoon by the time he’s free. His whole body aches, and nothing sounds better than a long soak in the tub before falling into a coma for the next few days. Sun drags himself through the door to the team’s dorm, sweaty and aching and letting out a long groan just to let anybody inside know how awful he feels. He throws his shirt off before he’s even closed the door. Next come his shoes, falling in a heap with the rest of his laundry.

Just as Sun starts to grab a towel, he spots Neptune sprawled casually on his bunk. Looking all comfy, pillows piled up under his head with a warm blanket… stupid blue hair falling in his face just right, stupid-er arms and chest looking so, so inviting. Even the way he’s holding his scroll out in front of him is cute…

The idea of a bath suddenly and completely forgotten, Sun takes a few purposeful strides towards Neptune’s bed, towel slipping out of his hand to the middle of the floor, and flops unceremoniously on top of his best friend.

He shoves a hand up against his mouth and shushes him loudly before he can protest. “I,” Sun mutters into Neptune’s neck, “am not gonna let go of you–” arms and legs move to wrap around him in a snug embrace, “–for the rest of the night.” With a little squirm Sun scoots up just enough to kiss him, because a kiss is what he needs, right now, dammit, and already the feel of Neptune’s lips moving against his own is making him forget his sore body.

A long (admittedly sweaty) moment passes while they kiss, before Sun nuzzles his face into Neptune’s collarbone. He can feel the rise of his chest when he lets out a half amused, half exasperated sigh. “Fine.” Neptune says in defeat, dropping the arm holding his scroll to the bed. His wrist is immediately captured with a curl of Sun’s tail. “Can I at least get some pajamas?”

Sun thinks for a moment, but with the way he’s snuggling into him, sleep already pulling at his eyes, he has his answer long before he says it. “…No.”

Neptune clicks his tongue with a muttered, “Asshole,” and kisses the top of Sun’s head.

                         I’ve found the strength to grow so much more                                              A whisper to a roar                                                No more crying,

                                   It’s time for me to soar

Sun adjusts underneath her so they’re both more comfortable, smile warm as he catches Yang’s half lidded eyes with his own just before she wiggles up to kiss him. A breathy laugh escapes him when she does, enjoying the way her full lips feel against the little bit of scruff on his jaw.

hi guys!! it’s been a bit since I came back around here!!!!! rwby is one of those things where my muse comes in fits and starts, but I’ve really been missing sun and the rest of the kids lately! so here I am!

soft angst starters

“Well that’s your own damn fault, isn’t it?” Roman lets the words spill from his mouth without pause, and regret presses down on him the instant they do. He’s angry, yes, but angry enough to spit right in the face of a woman he couldn’t help but love? A steadying breath, a drag on his cigar, and a hand through his hair reels the emotion back.

wonder woman prompts

soft angst starters

“Let. Her. Go.” Sun ground his teeth, hands wound tight around his staff. He didn’t dare move. Didn’t even dare to blink if he didn’t have to. All he saw was red, and Sun feared that if he took his eyes off it for even a moment, there would only be more of it.

Red hair slicked back around black horns. Not even a splash of blood on his clothes, but Adam Taurus still adorned himself in it’s color like a badge of honor. A red sword, glinting in the low light, pressed against Blake’s neck. Blake, disarmed, furious energy etched into her face, and a thin line of deep red across her throat. Not too deep to be serious, but just dangerous enough that if she didn’t get away from Adam now it’d be too late to help.

Blake started to struggle. “Let me–”

“Quiet, darling.” Adam tightened his grip on her arm, pulling it behind her with a twist. “Nobody’s speaking to you.” His eyes are hidden behind that soulless mask, but a grinning flash of teeth told Sun all he needed to know. He’s enjoying this.

soft angst starters

He’s known for some time that this conversation would be coming. He’s known that it would be bittersweet. That it would feel like a betrayal to… to his closest friend. All those nights spent in bed together, not because they were looking to fool around but just to hold one another; and then all those other nights (and even days) when all either of them wanted was to kiss, and touch, and feel.

Neptune is more than a teammate. Sun trusts his team, but Neptune? He’s trusted him with more than just protecting his back in a fight.

When Sun started rigging up a prank for Scarlet (who doesn’t love a good ole fashion bucket of water to the face?), Neptune was right there beside him. Sometimes, when things got hard enough that he could barely stand to speak, it was Neptune that sat with him in comfortable silence. It was Neptune that helped him study, even though he didn’t understand the classwork any better than he did. He was Sun’s first real kiss, his first time, his near constant companion while both of them stumbled through adolescence like a couple of blind cats.

It’s always been Neptune.

So what was he supposed to do when this incredible girl came into his life? Say, “Well, it’s been nice bro, but I’ve got a date with a gorgeous girl tonight”? No. Sun wouldn’t do that to him. Neptune deserved better. And Blake… she deserved better, too. But that didn’t make this any easier.

Sun stood back, hands shoved in his pockets, afraid of invading Neptune’s personal space. “I have to go after her, Neptune. I… She shouldn’t have to go through this alone.” The fall of Beacon had left it’s mark on everyone. And Blake had hurt more than most. “I’m worried about her, and I–”

He’s cut short by a surge of emotion in his throat. Eyes shut tight, Sun sighed. “I care about Blake. After everything that’s happened, I know that I can’t keep that down anymore. I know we never really made it official, but I cared about you just as much.” Brows knit together in solemn defeat. This is happening. This is happening, and I can’t run away from it. “I’ll never stop caring about you. But I need to be with her now.”

When he finally looks at Neptune just to see him smiling, he almost feels himself crumble. “I know.” Neptune says, false positivity masking the melancholy underneath. “You think I don’t know you well enough to see when you’re in love? I kinda guessed you were gonna fess up to it sooner or later.”

“Neptune–”

“Stop.” He held up a hand before running it back through his hair. “I understand. And you’re right. Blake shouldn’t have to be on her own right now. So go, Sun. Chase after her and make sure she’s alright. Nobody’s gonna blame you for that. Besides…” Careful eyes look back up to search his best friend’s face. “No matter what, you’ll always be a friend.”

There’s a slow, astonished silence between them as Sun tried to process everything he was feeling. It still hangs over them a moment longer when he steps forward, taking one of Neptune’s hands into his own.