hunt the hounds
90% of the RWBY blogs I follow on here haven’t updated in 2-3 months. Holy shit, no wonder my dash is so dead.
You ever felt used? Like some pawn in a game of politics and you can’t wriggle your way out? That’s what is eating me up. [She tightens her grip on her arms, fingernails digging into the skin as she murmurs harshly] My own brother…
[Another rough sigh, another huff is heard from her] Ah apologize, Sun. Ah don’t think you’d want to… listen to my problem.
[ /Sun paused, keeping quiet as he furrowed his brows. ] I can’t say that I ever have. But it sounds like you’ve been in that position before. Or you’re in it now, apparently.
No, no, it’s fine. I asked, remember? If I didn’t want to hear it, I wouldn’t have bothered asking in the first place. I’d be happy to let you rant or talk or whatever you wanna do.
I’ll let you pick.
Hey, hey, feline secret. Sometimes I can’t even tell whether I’m being sarcastic or not.
Most Faunus would give their right arms to be able to hide their heritage. That’s really admirable about you, Sun. Hopefully, one day I can follow your example. …Yeah, I kinda figured that. Alright, we can do something else. Something not as boring.
Even you can’t tell when you’re being sarcastic? Wow. That sounds like a problem. You might wanna work on that, Blake.
Most faunus haven’t been as lucky as I have. And you’re doing fine, Blake. You took off the bow, didn’t you? And you faced up to your demons — and your friends. If you ask me, that’s way more admirable than anything I’ve ever done.
Alright. Whaddya have in mind?
He grins back at her, his tail swishing back and forth excitedly. "Yeah? Who’s back? Don’t keep me in the dark, Blake!” He teased, acting innocent despite his sly smirk.
He scratches at his cheek, grinning abashedly. “I mean, not that I don’t appreciate the offer! But-“ He pauses, and laughs softly. "I’m the kind of guy that likes to woo first, anonymous." Sun winks. "Better luck next time."
Ye- [She stops mid-sentence, sighing roughly and running a hand through her bangs.] Oh who the hell am ah kidding? Ah’m not alright, Sun. Not alright in the slightest.
Sounds like something’s really eating you up.
Do…you wanna talk about it?
It’s Rainy. Shouldn’t be too hard, and if you want you can call me Rain.
[She huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. It seems something has irritated her, perhaps what was behind the bandage on her cheek.]
— Rainy! Right! See? I remembered!
[ /He notices her acting a little weirdly, and looks confused ] Hey, you alright there? I didn’t mean to forget your name, you know.
out; yELLS HOTTTTTIEEEE.
With a body, even?