#❁ ( pyrrha ) ━ a lone star in the midnight sky.

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❛   @duskwilt​​​​​​​ asked:   [Pyrrha; Rila] [ OPEN ]:     sender wordlessly opens their arms out to offer the receiver a long-awaited hug. ❜    !  

      (  ♦  )  —  Rila freezes at the way Pyrrha opens her arms to her. Something in her cracks when she does. It’s been a long time since Roka hugged her fully and without reservation, but it wasn’t his fault, she knew. Too many people had hurt him for him to not be wary, even if only subconsciously. There’s something strange in her heart that blooms, full and with a longing to just step forward and take the hug as it’s offered; so she does. She wraps her own arms gently around Pyrrha and wonders if this is what it felt like to hug Roka so long ago or if this is a hug that’s purely a Pyrrha experience. She imagines it could be either. It takes her a moment to realize she’s crying a little, sniffling and finding herself apologizing before she even thinks about what she’s saying,  ❝  Sorry, sorry  !  I don’t mean to cry. It’s just been a rough few days.  ❞  But her voice cracks on the last word and she lets out a little squeak of a breath with it. She would need to extricate herself from Pyrrha’s hold before she dropped snot on her. 

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ruby woke up with a start. looking around in a moment of desperation before seeing her team around her, sleeping in a tent. outside she saw the light of a fire and opening the flap of the tent she was greeted with the sight of jaune staring into it.

hesitantly walking forward she nearly jumped when he spoke.

“you feeling alright ruby? I've got some food cooked up and some cool water for ya. then you should head back to bed for a little while longer”

her mouth opened and she had this entire speech in her head about how she was thankful to him. that he was a hero. maybe even that she loved him for what he did. but as time went on and tears streamed from her eyes all that managed to come out was

“we should be dead”

jaune nodded “but you’re not” he turned to her with a smile “i promise that everything will be fine now”

she took a step forward, then another one. before her strength left her and she collapsed only for jaune to catch her before she did 

“easy now ruby, I've got you”

and that was the straw that broke the camels back. ruby bawled like a child clutching at jaune’s hoodie trying desperately to put into words how terrified she was. how horrible the feeling was. how she could never thank him enough for saving not just her but all of her team. it took hours before she was calmed down.

and then a few hours after that, spent whimpering into his chest as he held her she managed to look up at him and choke out

“how?”

he smiled “it wasn’t anything new to me, since pyrrha died my life has been like that. just tired, dull.” he looked up at the stars in the now midnight sky “it felt like the only reason i was still alive was because i just hadn’t managed to go all the way to death yet. locked inside my own head with those voices telling me all the terrible truths i tried to hide from myself.” he sighed looking down into the fire “i was dead really, that wasn’t living. just because my heart beat and i choked down food, didn’t mean i was alive.”

he held her a little closer “eventually i found a reason to live again in you. i remember the exact moment it happened. we were walking on that mountain path, the one with all the lavender around it, a butterfly got too close to your face and you freaked out” he said with a little laugh

one that grew at ruby’s pout. and only became a full blown laugh with her declaration of “butterfly’s are just moths that are less honest about what they are! you know they eat dead things and drink blood right?”

jaune finally calmed down from his laughter and continued with his story “when you panicked you tripped backwards and i caught you just out of force of habbit and we all laughed about it. but i remember thinking, she’s just so small, and i didn’t wanna let you go again.”

he smiled at her again, a real beaming smile “it was a small shift, but my new reason for living became, i wanna hold her in my arms again.”

ruby felt stunned at the simple declaration. unable to speak in the growing silence.

“i’ll tell you how to get through what’s coming though. tomorrow you’re gonna wake up. and you’re gonna eat something. you won’t taste it. it’ll be like ash in your mouth but you’ll eat it and act like it tasted good so your team will think you’re fine. they’ll probably do the same for you. then” he said “you’ll send the rest of the day focusing on breathing in, and then out. you’ll put one foot in front of the other and you’ll smile at the vistas i point out and your team will make the same effort but you’ll all be lying. you won’t care about any of that”

he smiled at her again this time it wasn’t the big beaming smile he’d given her before. or even the small shy one. this smile, wasn’t happy, it wasn’t sad. it wasn’t negative or positive but existed on some deeper axis that she didn’t know about. it felt a lot like the lonely broken moon above them. shattered beyond repair but still stubbornly giving light to everything even in the darkest of times.

“you’ll do this for a while, since it’s you guys i have no doubts you’ll manage it better than me, like with everything. and one day you’ll wake up and you’ll be able to breath again. and food will have taste again. and you’ll want something. maybe something simple like a soda, or a snack or a pastry.” he gave her a wink “or to hold a pretty girl in your arms again”

“so what you’re saying is it gets easier?” asked ruby

jaune shook his head with that same strange smile “it never gets easier, you just get stronger”

they were quiet for a while before she felt the need to sleep. drifting off in his arms though she had one final question “how did you do it?”

jaune leaned down, kissing her forehead “i figured out that i didn’t need to get stronger, i just needed to be strong”

and with those enigmatic words ruby rose fell into a restful sleep in the arms of jaune 

a moment of peace and safety after being rescued from the pit of apathy

I headcanon that jaune has such a strong willpower that he could resist the apathy without aura or his semblance, just with his "fuck you energy"

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❛   @duskwilt​​​​​ asked:   [Pyrrha; Iris] ❛  nothing stays the same forever.  ❜  !  

     (  ⌨  )  —  Iris pauses for a moment as he feels his eyes begin to burn and his throat tighten. He knew Pyrrha was right. Especially with something like this where he was actively working for an organization that had more or less kidnapped him and thrown together a group of super powered people and people with above-average intelligence  to take down another organization of slightly worse repute in his mind. Even so, he can’t help the tears that gather and the breath that stutters out of his throat as he opens his mouth to respond.

He can’t, at first. Closing his mouth and swallowing thickly a couple of times, trying to dislodge the lump that had formed in his throat, he found himself looking anywhere but at Pyrrha. It was difficult to let his gaze land anywhere since so much reminded him of the current conversation, so he let his gaze flit this way and that. 

Opening his mouth again, he ran his clammy palms down his jeans for a second and then shrugged, ❝  I- I know that.  ❞  Regardless of his best efforts, his voice still cracked on the last word and noted the tears were entirely too warm on his cheeks. He takes a deep, shaking breath as he goes to wipe at them, knowing it’s a futile endeavor but trying nonetheless. A bit like the relationships he’d built with his team. 

❝  I just- I’ve lost one family already, you know  ?  ❞  His voice sounds wobbly to his own ears, so he can’t begin to imagine how it sounds to Pyrrha. He’ll have to apologize for this later.  

❝  Just sucks that this one won’t last either, I guess.  ❞

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❛   @duskwilt​​​ asked:  Pyrrha waits a few days, until some tension from the incident fades and the heathens have had some time to process, before she lays a gentle hand in Luca's shoulder and says, firm yet kind, "You should never talk to cops. You'd get all your friends arrested."     !   

  (  ♡  )  —    Luca’s apologies have lain thick on his tongue, waiting to be spoken since the day he’d shared perhaps a little too much. Nikita had pressed his lips into a thin line and told him he didn’t have anything to apologize for when he had, but he disagreed. Had Nikita wanted to share that particular information with Pyrrha, he likely would have. Not only that, but he had certainly insinuated the murder of another person to Pyrrha quite clearly, even if he really hadn’t said it directly, leaving plausible deniability as an option. It didn’t matter, given the circumstances. He owed her an apology and he hadn’t been sure when exactly he was going to be able to offer it. It was certainly not the kind of conversation he wanted to have over text. He never really liked to apologize via text anyway. Conversations like that were best had in person, he thought. 

So when the opportunity presents itself, Luca starts to apologize, only to be beaten to the punch of addressing that day by Pyrrha herself. Pausing, Luca stares at her for a moment before huffing a small laugh. No, he supposed he shouldn’t, should he  ?  ❝  We wouldn’t want that.  ❞  Sighing afterward, though, he gives Pyrrha’s hand on his shoulder a soft pat. He appreciated her attempt at making light of the situation, but still thought the apology necessary. 

❝  I'm sorry for sharing so much. I shouldn’t have. Exhausted or not, there isn’t any excuse for potentially putting you in a position where that information could cause you any harm.  ❞  He had been exhausted, that was certainly true and his stress levels had piqued, but even so, he knew better. As often as Pyrrha was around, it was hard to forget that she was still only involved in their mess at what was perhaps a surface-level. There would potentially come a day where she could know more, when there was safety guaranteed for everyone involved, but for now, things of such a detailed nature were best kept close. Not out of a lack of trust in Pyrrha—if that were the case, Luca would never have shared in the first place—but for a concern held for her. And perhaps to some extent, a concern for Rhys and Rasmus, too. 

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❛  @duskwilt​​ asked: Pyrrha dumps glitter into Pat's hood and then proceeds to flip it up over his head. Happy birthday, nerd!  !  

     (  ♛  )  —  Pat couldn’t hold back the laughter that bubbled past his lips as glitter showered down around him, undoubtedly getting stuck in his hair, to his skin, and settling on his eyelashes. He had come to expect the abundance of glitter he would be subjected to on his birthday, whether it be tossed on him or given to him in the form of edible glitter in some sweet or another. Or, on occasion, both. And while it was a pain to get out of his hair and off his clothes, and despite the fact that he knew he’d be finding glitter for months from now somewhere in his apartment, he wouldn’t change it for the world. After all, it came from and reminded him of the people it had come from, so it couldn’t be all bad. It marked another year that he got to spend with them; another year that they were all alive and well, even if things went awry here or there.  ❝  Thank you, Pyrrha  !  ❞  

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❛  @duskwilt​​ asked: "Victory is mine!" Pyrrha announces with her arms spread wide; whether intentionally or not, they form a V above her head----for victory! As she then moves her hands to rest triumphantly on her hips, she gives a firm nod, trusting Hoshi to recall their previous conversation. "You lost the bet, which means you owe me." !  

    (  ▼  )  ━  Hoshi feels as though he should have seen this coming. And while he’s still not entirely certain what that’ll mean for him, he still smiles down at Pyrrha. A bet is a bet, after all, and he’d had fun learning that some people could get small non-answers from Caius, even if he wasn’t one of those people. Rubbing lightly at the back of his head, Hoshi gives a nod of his own.  ❝  A deal is a deal, after all~  !  ❞  Pausing, the mirth in his expression never leaving, he places his own hands on his hips, all but mimicking Pyrrha’s stance.  ❝  Which means you get to pick exactly what I owe you  !  ❞  A dangerous gamble, this one, but who would he be if he didn’t take it  ?

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[Pyrrha; Em] "those are coins! you’re not making it rain, you’re making it hail!"

❛  I Don’t Actually Remember What’s From a Meme and What’s Not Anymore !

    (  ♚  )  ━  Is he currently pelting Kyler and Pyrrha with pennies, nickles, and dimes  ?  Yes. Is he going to stop  ?  Absolutely not.  ❝  I told you both that I didn’t have anymore cash because it all went to Nona’s swear jar. But you still insisted that I make it rain. You brought this upon yourselves.  ❞  Plus, the sooner he hits Kyler in the forehead with one, the better. 

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[Pyrrha; Kyler] ❝ I wish I could get through to you with a sports analogy, young man. ❞

❛  I Don’t Actually Remember What’s From a Meme and What’s Not Anymore !

     (  ☼  )  —   Kyler threw a confused glance in Pyrrha’s direction, wondering what kind of sports analogy he missed for her to bring up not being able to get through to him with one.  ❝  Which sports analogy did you even use, Pyrrha  ?  ❞  He was perplexed and was probably going to be caught up on it all day if she didn’t tell him. Granted, he couldn’t guarantee he’d understand a sports analogy that wasn’t baseball related in the first place. 

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With an enthusiastic running jump, Pyrrha rains down pink glitter atop Kyler and Em's heads! Some of it is even shaped like little hearts! How cute!

❛  Happy  (  Belated  )  Valentine’s Day !

     (  ♚  )  ━  He sees her coming, he knows something is about to happen. The problem is, he doesn’t know what it is so he doesn’t know how to brace himself for it. He’s been caught unawares  !  Though, when the glitter flies, he figures it definitely could have been worse. In fact, he’s not upset about the glitter at all. He grins when he catches sight of the heart shaped glitter.  ❝  That’s cute. Happy Valentine’s Day, Pyrrha  !  ❞  He wondered absentmindedly if the color went with his hair. Either way, he liked the glitter. Kyler, on the other hand, didn’t seem to have fared as well. 

     (  ☼  )  —  Kyler also saw it coming and given the number of times Pyrrha had glittered people in the past, he had a pretty good idea of what was going to happen. But like Em, he wasn’t sure how to brace for it. Which turned out a little differently for him than it did for Em.  ❝  I- I think it’s in my eye…  ❞  Nevertheless, the glitter was cute—and welcomed—despite having to rub it out of his right eye.  ❝  Thanks, Pyrrha. Happy Valentine’s Day.  ❞  Then, as an afterthought, he added,  ❝  I have chocolate if you guys want some.  ❞

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[Pyrrha; Ioanna] “Aesthetic is my middle name.”

❛  I Don’t Actually Remember What’s From a Meme and What’s Not Anymore !

    (  ❀  )  —   Really, Ioanna couldn’t do anything but nod in agreement. Pyrrha’s aesthetic was incredibly nice and it fit her very well. Of course, that could just be because she’d come to associate Pyrrha’s aesthetic with… well, Pyrrha. As those things normally went.  ❝  It should be your middle name. Your aesthetic is lovely.  ❞  

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[Pyrrha; Ioanna] “I have always wanted to be part of a wedding that was stopped dramatically.”

❛  I Don’t Actually Remember What’s From a Meme and What’s Not Anymore !

     (  ❀  )  —   Oh. Now that sounded like it would be an interesting situation to take part in if it didn’t do undeniable damage to ones relationship with the soon-to-be-newly-weds. Ioanna nodded and then looked up at Pyrrha, tugging the sleeves of her sweater over her chilled fingers as she mulled it over.  ❝  It wasn’t something I actively wanted to be a part of until now.  ❞  Dropping her head back onto the back of the chair she was curled up in, she wondered exactly how one might go about doing that…  harmlessly. It would take a lot of planning if they were the ones to stop it dramatically. But perhaps if someone else did…  ?  She didn’t quite trust that.   ❝  Why don’t we stop one dramatically  ?  Do we know anyone that’s getting married anytime soon  ?  ❞

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[Pyrrha; Rasmus] "there’s no such thing as an appropriate joke. that’s why it’s a joke. "

❛  I Don’t Actually Remember What’s From a Meme and What’s Not Anymore !

   ( ♟ ) —  No such think as an appropriate joke  ?  He would ask what did and didn’t constitute as an appropriate or inappropriate joke, but the unfortunate truth of the matter was that she had apparently already answered that question. If it was appropriate, it wasn’t a joke. It wasn’t like he really knew any good jokes in the first place. If someone asked him, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to tell one at all.  ❝  Then what exactly… makes them inappropriate…  ?  ❞  If there was no such thing as an appropriate joke, how could a joke be deemed inappropriate in the first place  ?  No… now he was just thinking too much. 

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Platonic kisses for Pyrrha! From whomever! She isn't picky!

❛  Kisses !

     (  ❀  )  ━  Ioanna laughed and pressed a kiss to each of her cheeks, grinning back at the rest of the MBM and shaking her head. She was absolutely over the moon.  ❝  Pyrrha’s my favorite  !  That’s it, no questions asked, she’s the undisputed champion  !  ❞  

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[Pyrrha; Nikita] ❝ Please, make yourself at home while I silently count down the seconds until you leave. ❞

❛  I Don’t Actually Remember What’s From a Meme and What’s Not Anymore !

   (  ⚔  )  —   ❝  I plan to.  ❞  And if he moved just a little slower to settle into the booth seat across from her at the tea shop and took an extra couple of minutes to peruse the menu. . . well, he never claimed he wasn’t petty. 

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[Pyrrha; Rui] “We get called a cult a lot.”

❛  I Don’t Actually Remember What’s From a Meme and What’s Not Anymore !

    ( ♬ ) —  ❝  Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m not really surprised.  ❞  Sort of. Rui couldn’t say she was surprised, even if she couldn’t think of a particular reason that someone might think the MBM was a cult. She couldn’t think of a reason someone wouldn’t, either, given the details of theirs and their friends’ lives.  ❝  I think… if I tried describing everyone to my older brother without any real context, he’d probably be concerned.  ❞

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[Pyrrha; Paris] “You’re Amish now. Surprise.”

❛  I Don’t Actually Remember What’s From a Meme and What’s Not Anymore !

    (  ♕  )  —  ❝  I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, Pyrrha.  ❞  He squinted at her for a moment, frown accompanying the scrutiny. They’d found themselves agreeing on more things recently than they had in the past, but he still couldn’t keep up with ninety percent of what she said. Really, he’d even go as far as to say they only really tolerated each other, regardless of the things they agreed on. Still, it was better than nothing, he had to admit. That didn’t mean some things were any less… frustrating.  ❝  I also really don’t think becoming Amish is quite that easy.  ❞  Could one even do that  ?  

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