#( unlockthestars - james ironwood ) / ✦ i'm afraid of what i'm risking if i follow you .

[eiiskonigin]

@unlockthestars: “say please.” [from James]

Ironwood had a solid hold on her chin, his thumb grazing slowly over her lower lip as she kept her face tilted upwards. Her balance felt somewhat precarious, pressed up onto her toes as she was -- her heels long since abandoned in this dance of theirs, kicked off somewhere between the door and where they now stood.

Gods, this was dangerous.

They were supposed to be present at the military ball: expected to at least show their faces, greet some returning students and huntsmen. Say a few nice words about the newest graduates. Instead, James had excused the pair to see to some business before corralling her into the private room and locking the door.

They need to stop doing this... but it didn't seem tonight would be the night.

"...please," she finally whimpered, making no effort to hide the desperation that so shamelessly slipped into her voice. Not entirely certain what he was having her beg for, but far too willing to do it. She really was a pathetic thing, wasn't she?

and i plunge straight into hell

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@unlockthestars​ asked: ✌ meeeee, do one for meeee. :3

send me ‘ ✌ ’ and i’ll make a graphic of your muse . // not currently accepting !!

and that's it! the last of the ancient prompts!! eventually I will do more of these but for now my goal was to clear out the two remaining that had been in here since January. ;; but soon. thank y'all for the kind words about them all.

This particular edit has been in my head for months, ever since I briefly brought it up to Mal in the car and earned myself a death glare for it. The song used is Disconnected, and honestly it fits a lot of different angles for those Ozpin's circle. Another one I might turn into a video some day.

[eiiskonigin]

@unlockthestars: 🎲 [from James]

36. A kiss to the shoulder

There is something distinctly intimate about this, although perhaps not in the way some people would assume. Winter was seated on Ironwood's desk, one leg crossed over the other and her foot gently tapping in the air as she skimmed through the handful of last minute reports that needed to be seen. It was late, late enough that she knows no one is likely to intrude.

It's perhaps that fact that had James standing in the corner of his office, undoing his tie and beginning to dress down for the day. She's never quite understood why he avoids the locker rooms that the rest of them used, but she wasn't one to press when it came to private details. Truthfully, she was fairly certain she could guess why, as his prosthetics slowly came into view as his shirt was removed.

She's staring.

Slowly, the paperwork is set aside ( she'd already gone through them once, and was simply biding her time before slipping out for the night ) as Winter stands from the desk. She's cautious to approach, ensuring that her heels click just loudly enough against the tile to announce her presence -- not intending to sneak up on him, or catch him off guard. It was already enough that he trusted her with this part of himself.

Gently, one gloved hand comes up to trace along his back, settling just beneath his left shoulder. Her lips follow, to his right, tenderly against the metal that she knows is not as unfeeling as some would believe.

kiss roulette

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@unlockthestars​ asked: James stands next to Winter, looming over her. "I didn't realize my height was an issue."

unprompted // always accepting !!

She's turning from pink to red, now, and hyper aware of the fact that she comes up to about James' shoulder. WITH her heels on. 

Why was this happening.

"Sir, to be clear... the issue is with my height, not yours."

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@unlockthestars​ asked: ❛ which is it? are you in love with a person or an idea? ❜ (from James)

❥ feeling things , a sentence meme . // accepting !!

"N-no -- Neither, I--" The line of questioning had caught her completely off-guard, as the topic of love so often would. A moment longer of stammering over what little excuses she had, and Winter finally bit down on her tongue, holding until she could taste blood in her mouth.

She took a breath. Try again.

"Sir, I don't think my... personal feelings should hold any sway here, whether I am-- whether it would be a person or a concept." There's a tremor to her voice, a fracture that begs not to be pressed upon.

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@unlockthestars​ asked: the lengths you would go to in order to both get and avoid attention astound me. (from James)

texts inspired // accepting !!

"I am nothing if not astounding," comes the response, almost too quickly, too automatically to sound intentionally humorous. Her tone is flat as ever, and one would need to really look at Winter to see the hint of a smile toying across her expression, fleeting as it is. "But do tell, sir, what have I done to warrant such a remark?"

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@unlockthestars​ asked: "May I have this dance?"

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 // accepting !!

"And steal your attention away from Ms. Goodwitch? I don't think so."

Damn him, she was so close to making it out of thing event unscathed: wearing her uniform was often an excellent deterrent for those few people who would bother trying to speak with her, save for the last few associates of her father's who still bothered with her. Sitting at the outermost table, she had been watching the clock for the last twenty minutes, counting down the seconds until she would be released from this torment, and now, here he was -- the one person she had any difficulty saying no to.

"I'm hardly dressed for a dance."

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@unlockthestars​ asked: "Please kill me now. This is unbearable."

heatwave starter sentences // accepting !!

She cannot full tell if he is joking or not, but the faintest hint of a wry smile begins to toy across Winter's expression, even as she trains her gaze forward once more. No doubt, to be in the head when a portion of your body was made of metal and already ran hotter than the rest had to be uncomfortable, but it was unlike him to so openly admit as much.

"Ordinarily, I would advise waiting onboard the airship, but given Shade's penchant for not trusting Atlas as it is, I doubt if Headmaster Theodore would be so inclined as to have a meeting with me in your stead."

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@unlockthestars​ asked: "You look very nice today, Winter," James says, standing straight, his hands behind his back. "Have you done something different with your hair?" (HE'S TRYING, OKAY?)

Invade my inbox. Flirt with my muse. // accepting !!

The answer is yes. However, unfortunately for Winter's dignity, all she had done was wash it. Absently, a hand comes to twist at the little curl by her ear that never seemed to stay up in her bun. "...Thank you, sir."

She spares them both the embarrassment.

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@unlockthestars​ asked: They were walking down the corridor to his office when he glanced around them, moving to pull her into his office, closing the door behind them. He tilts her chin up and bends to press a kiss to her lips, no words; just the soft, intimate gesture. (from James)

Come into my inbox and give my muse a kiss for any reason! // accepting !!

Ah -- Winter is thrown off balance when Ironwood pulls her by the arms into his office, barely having a chance to find her footing when he has his lips to her own. Silent, with no lead in... simply a kiss, simply an intimate touch when they can find those private moments. Rare at the best of times, and rarer these days.

Her hands shift at her side, not entirely certain where to settle before finding purchase on his arms, fingers digging in lightly -- unsure if she is pushing him away or pulling him closer.

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@unlockthestars​ asked: swordplay + reverse for James

Send ‘ Swordplay ’ for my muse to pin yours to the ground while fighting/sparring. Send ‘ Swordplay + reverse ’ for your muse to pin mine. // not accepting !!

She shouldn't be surprised by this outcome.

For all of her time spent training with and sparring against him, she has never once won. And while it could be said that there was no winning or losing to training, that didn't mean that every time she was pinned, or disarmed, or defeated... that she didn't feel the slightest bit of frustration.

Case in point: she had finally believed she was getting somewhere that afternoon. She had managed to briefly disarm Ironwood of his weapon, the ornate gun sent to the floor and swiftly kicked out of easy reach, when that unsettling calm demeanor overcame him -- stopping her strike by simply catching her blade with one hand and forcing her down to the floor with the other.

She hit the ground hard enough to have the breath knocked out of her, his hand holding firm. At least she could be grateful it was the flesh and blood one.

They stayed like that a moment longer: Edelweiss within reach, but her angle doing her no benefit should she actually have grabbed it, and James simply staring down at her as they each took a moment to catch their breath.

"...You've passed the ten count, sir. You can let me up now."