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hermaes !

     ANGUISH  splay  to  moon - dust  lip  ,  though  duly  feigned  by  such  a  fox  skinned  boy  ,  he  merely  averted  nebulous  eye  from  her  own  distasteful  gaze  .  perhaps  she  bred  forth  the  notion  of  speech  ‘pon  wisteria  lip  ,  though  mercury  dared  not  force  hands  to  the  haze  surrounding  her  /  the  death  of  roman  had  her  uneasy  ,  shattered  /  glass - shards  peaking  to  the  places  between  her  teeth  .  she  was  an  animal  ,  but  oh  !!  how  he  enjoyed  manipulating  her  .  ice  hands  press  to  her  bare  shoulders  ,  inkling  of  the  moment  treading  soft  to  talaria  heel  .     `    —   are  you  lonely  .  `

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           a   SHARP   glare   ,   dark   as   a   g  a  l  a  x  y   without   stars.   (   much   like   herself   without   roman   at   her   side.   )   she’s   SNARLING   past   raw  -  bitten   lips.   how   D  A  R  E   he   ?   roseate   tresses   spin   about   hips   as   lithe   frame   lurches   backward   ,   distancing   herself   from   the   creature’s   touch.   LASHING   out   with   a   small   hand   (   donning   a   small   glimmer   of   a   future   she’d   never   gotten   to   see   )   when   he   found   himself   DARING   to   lay   a   hand   on   her.      ❛   do   nah’t   tah’ch   me   !   ❜ 

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desolxte !

It’s a default in his expression, Levi looks more annoyed than anything due to his concentrated frown. He’s not annoyed just visibly struggling to understand the woman’s accent immediately, especially since he’s still a little sideswept her appearance. 

She’s two-toned, he notices. Not just the hair, but her eyes as well. And indeed he finds her incredibly strange to look at, but not enough to make any direct mention of it. Girls around here are always dying their hair weird colours these days besides… the contacts are certainly new to him though. 

Instead of saying so, he settles for another nod and a drag on his cigarette. 

“You’re a little ways away from a hotel around here,” Levi tells her, head turned slight so to disperse the burst of smoke from his lungs up and away. Then he raises his hand, gesturing vaguely to the street at the end as he adds, “Wanna head that way for about twenty or so.” 

           she sighs softly ; she’s NOTICED his blatant intrigue with her peculiar appearance. that’s enough , she decides after yet another lingering glance. in the span of a second - just as his eyes trace away and a drag of the cigarette is taken - she’s c h a n g e d. 

           long tresses sweep at her hips in thick , pink tresses, bangs falling lazily over bright blue eyes. nothing else changes , however --- same face , same attire , same woman. 

           as though she’s done NOTHING out of the ordinary - she just wants to be rid of the strange man , as he probably wants of herself  - she leans forward to peer around him in the direction he points her toward. dark and straying from the failing glow of a street lamp , the road is littered with alleyways and abandoned buildings.

           she visibly hesitates , glances up at him in a silent question : are you sure ? 

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Smacking hand, I'm on mobile. Roman dared her to do this, Blake would never be so vulgar on her precious treasure

smack neo’s booty // accepting !

          “ ahn ! ” 

           the mother of TWO ADULTS ( and a child on the way ! ) whirls around, cake batter covered spoon held over her head as a w e a p o n. this had become a war between blake and roman : a war to see who could spank the little one most in a single day. 

           she’s finally had enough of the game.

           however, upon seeing it was her lovely girlfriend rather than her DERANGED ( and lovely ) boyfriend, she can’t help but sigh. she couldn’t h u r t the pretty faunus. hand lowers and spoon comes with it, bringing a bit of batter across smooth pad of a thumb ; she presses the digit to the other’s plump lips. 

           “ tas’e ‘et ; i’m try-eeng ah new res’ipee. ” 

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smack neo’s booty // accepting ! 

           a sharp SQUEAK of surprise, and she’s shooting him a piercing look over small shoulder. they’re at sanctuary’s annual spring festival and she’d thought to dress for the part in the traditional attire of her ancestors. ( she’d not been the only one to don such fashion. ) 

           but roman - clad in normal shirt, jacket, and jeans - was having the time of his life, watching her prance about in the decorative little slip of fabric. as though there weren’t oblivious children running and playing just a few feet away.

           “ i’m gah’nah her’t you, ” she threatens emptily, accidentally brushing her hand across the front of dark denim as she sweeps his hand away.  

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Send “👋” to smack my muse on the butt.

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           i’m making luka megurine neo’s alt fc !

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romidia:

          jumping on the bandwagon. please like / reblog this if you’re down to write with a canon divergent ROMAN TORCHWICK of monty oum’s web series rwby.

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ceresiae // continued from here !

           PITY settles cold in her chest. it shows in dark umber gaze as she draws closer to the woman. her movements are slow with caution, unsure of how the other would react. ( if she knew a n y t h i n g of neo’s past, it may not end well. ) 

           finally, a cool hand rests on her forehead, combs back vibrant crimson tresses. a pause, and she’s pulling the girl into her arms. hushing her ragged gasps for air with calm, soft-spoken reassurances.

           “ yah’r oh’kay, “ she murmurs, “ i’ve gah’t you. ”

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desolxte !

“…Yeah,” Levi says, just about as certain as he sounds - that is to say, not very. He lights his smoke then, takes in a drag, and spares a curt nod as he hands her the little pink lighter back. By now, he’s pretty sure she said something about it being late, it’s just the accent he wasn’t expecting.

Thought the hair was strange enough, to be honest. 

But she does have a point, it’s definitely an unusual time to be wandering the streets; Levi’s not exactly worried though, at least not about his safety or anything like that. He tended to be the one people were scared of running into, besides. But her..?

“These are bad parts,” he tell her, his cigarette held loosely between two fingers, completely unaware of the woman’s current condition. Having suspected by her accent that she doesn’t know because she’s not from around here, perhaps. Levi says, “It’s not safe around here, not for someone like you.” 

Call it a friendly heads-up, even if he doesn’t sound all that friendly. 

           neo takes the lighter back with cold hands, slips it into back pocket. 

           she hails from a different land-- sanctuary, her people have named it. a blessing - from gods she didn’t believe in - was thought to have been the cause of the native’s strange hair and eye colors. she had always just said that they were an isolated city of FREAKS.

           what brought her travels so far south, however, remains a mystery. 

           “ i kno’,” she responds in an equally even tone. eyes slowly drop from the sky, tilt to peer up at the man beside her. once, she would have flaunted the deception. she would have eagerly shown what she was capable of. now she had begun losing her strength ; she had so much to lose now. 

           eyes drop. “ i’m nah’t frah’m ‘dese par’hs, “ she admits, though she’s sure it must be obvious. “ i was ahn’lee looking fah’r a hotel. “ only half a lie.

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solisnumen !

Her breath was calm, her golden eyes examined the girl before her. Thy’ve met again. A girl with the worst accent every. A young woman who once almost shoot her; thankfully, Tamamo let the woman know that being a fool will push her closer to DEATH. Seeing her now only made the pinkette tilt her head to the side. She had no reason to fight her whatsover. 

     ❝ Relax, ❞  the fox sighed as she showed that she had NO INTENTIONS of fighting the “ice cream girl”. She didn’t attack her, more like the girl was… Cautious? Yeah.  ❝ Who said I wanted to fight you? Are an idiot? Who would fight in this dress? I bought it like two days ago, ❞  the pink haired vixen snorted as she looked at her blue dress that she specially wore for today’s meeting.

     ❝ So, what’s your name? Didn’t care at first, but since we’re meeting for the second time, I think it would be all right to ask. I will not attack you, if you wonder. Like I said, I don’t need blood on my dress. Ah, yes. My name is Tamamo no Mae, ❞   she was confident, she was dangerous. However, there was no fire in her golden hues. Tamamo even pouted when she said she didn’t want to fight. 

           brows tilt upward in unspoken surprise. hand falters ; a pause, and then umbrella closes. 

           she rocks back a slow step so as not to crane her neck so much. gaze holds even, laced with undertones of suspicion. it’s valid, after their previous encounter. 

           tamamo no mae. unlike any name she’d heard before-- she must have hailed from one of the small villages in southern mistral. she didn’t voice her questions. instead, head slowly tilted to one side.

           “ neopolitan, ” comes low-spoken reply.

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talariia !

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they weren’t going to bother looking for her, until they ran out of missions to send him on. he knows what this is, knows full well it’s an attempt to appease him and keep him out of the way, but that does little to change his dedication. 

                  a simple task. figure out if she was alive. figure out if she had talked.

      didn’t expect to end up so far from their base when he finally found her, mere days from giving up and returning empty handed despite the wrath that would await him, but it seemed that luck was on his side.      ❛ you’re a hard woman to find, neo. was starting to think you’d gotten eaten. ❜

           she’s CORNERED. 

           a simple trip to the market had turned into a full blown c h a s e throughout downtown sanctuary. ( luck, however, was not on her own side ; she had grown slower, less agile as her powers began to recede. ) it did not take him long at all to back her into an alleyway in the slums of the city. 

           whirling to face him, her eyes are wide. without her parasol, without her strength-- she’s defenseless. small hand rests on her abdomen ; she can’t give up. 

           eyes narrow. she’s not going down without a fight.

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oftrickster !

Clicking her tongue, Xylina brushed back her golden locks that had fallen out of her pony-tail. Why would a girl that small be out here alone? Now, she could be judging the other by appearance but, a single girl alone couldn’t fight off the large amounts of Grimm that lurked in this forest. “That won’t do … come, there’s a house nearby where you can stay at. It’s getting dark after all.” Eyes had shifted to the small areas where the trees didn’t hide the sky, mentally calculating the time. Late afternoon …

           the woman’s gaze is brimming with caution. ( she’s done NOTHING to warrant such kindness ; what could the other want of her ? ) after so long spent under salem’s cruel hand, she’d learned to always expect the w o r s t of people. 

           it will be a very hard habit to break. 

           slowly, she takes a hesitant step forward. it’s only ‘pon the girl turning to lead the way that she begins to follow. distance is kept between the two.

           neo quietly watches her from behind, pondering her motives.

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readiedcombat !

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promises not to stray too far from her father and her guards already shattered, delight sparking through her with every step as she gets further and further away from gilded cage. happiness doesn’t last long when she sees the woman, concern glimmering in emerald eyes as she quickens her pace towards her.

      ❛ are you okay? do you need help? ❜

           dissimilar gaze is WIDE ‘pon settling over the younger girl. she’s s c r am b l i n g backward ; a pool of CRIMSON settles where she had been, follows her in a messy trail. the fabric of torn shirt along her back is slick with blood.

           she’s escaped salem’s hands this once, but not without injury. 

           “ i - i . . . don’ cah’m an-ee cloh’sahr ! ” it’s a feeble threat -- her parasol lies s e v e r a l yards away. she’s defenseless. 

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           hi everyone, it’s mimi ! i’m going to see how things go on this blog, pick and play and see how everyone likes my portrayal of NEOPOLITAN ( from the web series rwby ) ! if you’re down to give me a chance and write with my little ice cream cone, pretty, pretty please like / reblog this !

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           like for a chatty neo in ur ask !