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holy shit. / sacrifall‌

          “ latrine duty ?  funny you mention that.  i would be good at it, since i already have to put up with your shit. ”  grins.

#sacrifall #ic. #that's it that's the response.

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hehe / sacrifall‌

          they chuckle richly in their amusement.  “ ahah, i’ll give you that.  i’ve already submitted to taking orders from you in the bedroom — so as much as i’m certain you’d revel in bossing me around, you’re right.  i couldn’t stand doing it elsewhere. ”

    “specialist fall.” it tastes oddly spicy on winter’s tongue, and her brow rises as her hands slowly curl around her back, assuming a stance of authority. “i think latrine duty might suit your style of backchat.” 

#sacrifall #ic. #specialist fall sounds almost as good as winter fall

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    show of hands who would indulge me in an au where winter wrests control from ironwood and takes over mobilising the military against salem till he chills out a bit and releasing robyn and enlisting her help to keep mantle protected 

#specifically would any ironwoods be interested in this #i dont wanna totally undercut him for the sake of winter's importance #but i do think this would be a wild shift in circumstance #which would make for #some pretty neat character development :> #ooc.

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         𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 ?

#CAN U BELIEVE I FORGOT TO RB THIS SEXY SOB #GGHHHHH BLUE U ARE SO TALENTED #I AM HONOURED TO BE ON THE SAME PROMO AS U #self promo. #AAAAAAA #rwby 7 spoilers

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insufferable / sacrifall‌

          “ you asked, ” they insist, crossing their arms and stepping towards her.  “ hm.  maybe i should start wearing white. ”

    “you’d make a dapper specialist if you weren’t so... irreverent.”

#sacrifall #cinder in winter's outfit. #:sweat_drops:

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qrowing pains / crviis‌

          “evenin’ ta myself ta do what, exactly? drink? or jus’ sit in a room alone w’ nothin’ but my thoughts fer company?” he doesn’t mean for it to come off as dismissive as it does, doesn’t mean the way his voice tightens in his throat or the way he almost flinches at the movement of her hand. does she know about the drinking? about the change he’s tried desperately to bring about since the last time they met? or does qrow only stand in winter’s life as a figure related in some way to ozpin? as an annoyance and irritation only important when ozpin’s involved? and now that the old man’s nothing but a memory, now that he’s hidden away in a kid’s mind - does she even care? no, why would he be suggesting he take a night off if she didn’t care in some way? there’s a beat, a sigh heavy on the senses as qrow finds himself looking to the ground again. “i don’t… think tha’s a good idea.”

    a new responsible air about him seems to have been accompanied with absolute misery, and that can only mean one thing. it’s for that reason that winter shelves all mockery, tease or backhanded compliment. far be it from her to stand in the way of recovery, though it might not normally rest in her wheelhouse to support him. still, there is the small matter of the debt she owes, if only because he was party to weiss arriving here in atlas in one piece. her hands wrap around her back and a rare, rare smile flickers at the corner of her lips. “then perhaps you’ll accept something to take your mind off it. i have some specialists in dire need of training, and i dare say even an old man like you could show them a thing or two.” 

#crviis #you know that cathartic feel where you play a game on easy and absolutely smash ur opposition #thats what winter's offering him rn. #ic.

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stop that / sacrifall‌

          they pout briefly, but it doesn’t take long for that to shift into a playful smirk.  “ hmh… indeed.  black is an exquisite look for you. ”

    “hmph.” winter tucks the cape more securely around her arm. “your bias is showing.”

#sacrifall #tfw u ask for compliments then u get them and decide u dont want them. #cinder: is nice #winter: >:( what the fuck #dfhjsgfkdjss #ic.

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vandal / sacrifall‌

          blinks.  “ wait — ”

    “it suits me, don’t you think?” 

#sacrifall #ic. #eat shit cinder challenge

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    in that case, winter’s nicking their capey thing. hers, now. / @sacrifall​

#sacrifall #if you want it back you'll have to come get it :* #ic.

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Campus // vampire weekend

#cinwin / can you burn a fire in my flesh? ‣ sacrifall #logs on knifes blue logs off

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    best of luck folks. 

#a praying mercie because mercedes von martritz wants the best for us all #ooc.

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( cinder ) sacrifall‌

          cinder smirks before snatching up their mug from the counter, smelling the sweet scent of the tea before taking a short sip and setting it back down.  their frame shifts to face her entirely, and they grab her hand with a gentle squeeze known only to winter schnee.  “ mm.  will you accuse me of being childish if i request something sweet? ”  fall asks, brow raised, playful smile present on their lips.  “ i am … aware that such flavors aren’t something you prefer. ”

    “yes, terribly childish.” winter’s hands abandon her mug, letting it steam behind her in favour of extending a single finger to cinder’s chin and tilting it upwards. “but then, i am more than aware that your tastes hardly border on the sophisticate,” her pause heralds half of a smirk curling at the corner of her lips. “myself excepted, obviously. what would you like?” 

#sacrifall #[ closes my eyes ] if i cannot see the finale it cannot see me either #ic.

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( cinder ) sacrifall‌

          cinder giggles with a lightness to their voice they haven’t known in a lifetime, closing their eye and lowering their head to press a firm kiss to skin on the back of her shoulder.  “ there is no harm done, ” they murmur.  they watch her fuss with the tea and hot water in their mug as they speak, reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear in the process.  “ drinking black coffee every once in a while is by no means the most difficult thing i’ve done in our relationship. ”

    “would that that were the case,” the words seem to trip on winter’s tongue, and she chooses to focus instead on her irritation that repeated words can still make grammatical sense over lingering on the difficulties they’ve faced to end up here, sharing hot drinks on a frigid morning inside a cozy little remote cabin. “your bad taste aside,” winter teases, turning to face cinder. “what do you want to eat?” 

#sacrifall #ic. #cinder also being TEASED and the teaser not becoming ash #development(tm)

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( cinder ) sacrifall‌

          “ to be honest? ” they start, hovering behind her in the kitchen and placing a hand on her hip as they watch her make the drinks, “ i prefer tea. ”  they shrug, though their expression ( raised eyebrows, eyes flickering between her and the cup ) encourages her to pour the coffee into the matte black mug anyways.  “ i’m … not actually aware of how i would prefer coffee other than ‘ not black, ’ ” fall admits with a small smile.

    winter doesn’t say anything at first, but the mild (it’s very mild, and more directed at herself than cinder) irritation plays itself in the way her hand upturns the mug and dumps the instant coffee (a subpar mockery of the coffee bean, anyway) in the sink. reaching up, her hands fumble for a box of tea, instead. “well,” she says, briskly, “i’ll file that under things i wish i knew years ago. how embarrassing.” 

#sacrifall #ic. #shgjksdhkjf R I F P

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    “how do you take your coffee?” winter murmurs, her back to the other and watching hot water fill the mugs in front of her. she leaves a half inch at the top of her own mug (a plain white thing, emblazoned with a cartoon penguin bought from a gift shop in a town near by) and falters, kettle hovering over cinder’s. “i’ve never asked.” 

i’ll leave you to describe cinder’s mug. / @sacrifall​​

#winter: has been feeding them black coffee for actual years #sacrifall

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she looms behind them where they stand, lips grazing the back of their neck while fingertips graze their skin. she maps terrain of scar and flesh alike, feels muted black against her pulse and shivers away any reservations. there is no going back, now. "will you forgive me for this?" winter asks, and the softness in her voice belies the plea behind her words. her breath is cool against their skin. "i could not refuse."

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          cinder is wild, uncontrollable, and blazing.  winter is unbreakable, frigid, and blues the fingers of those who dare to touch her.  together, they are two extremes reining each other in to make one another more bearable, even if only for nobody but themselves.  so it is no surprise when, despite the hardened, sturdy ice in winter’s normal composure, and cinder’s furious inferno of anger, they are softer now.  now that the two of them have sacrificed that which they hold most dear ( but not dearer than each other ), the two have finally found trust.

          her touch is as cinder remembers it ( colder in the physical sense, though warmer in a sentimental sense ), trailing carefully along the valleys and mountains that make up the scar tissue along their left side as if they are unrecognizable to her now.  maybe cinder is — after all, neither of them expected their predicament to end this way.  winter is the only one who would know if they’d changed, the only one who dare explores the world that salem had ravaged up until now.  and after everything, welcoming her back into their life re - opens the wound of their humanity ( salem did think it a weakness ), pries it out from the abyss of darkness from which it was dragged under.  cinder wonders if winter misses the days of their youth.

          they lean backwards into the sensation of her frame behind them, of her lips pressed to their skin without a second thought passing in their brain.  i have been deprived of this for too long.  they know exactly what she speaks of, the powers that make them crave so desperately they submit to wickedness, and despite their re - discovered contact, cinder tenses in her arms at the thought.  when they speak, it is no longer a raging fire, but an ember.  “ it had to be you, didn’t it? ”  they murmur, closing amber eye and releasing a breath amidst the sharp cold that looks like a cloud of smoke.  “ were it not, i would have never hesitated. ”  

          fall turns then, following a short pause, and shifts in their embrace to face winter — a maiden to finally match their strength, physical and mental.  they grit their teeth and clench their jaw, staring deeply into what was once an unforgiving set of dual blues.  cinder swallows their pride and all their ugly, ugly want in all its bitterness.  it is worth it, in front of the singular person remaining on remnant’s face that has the will to show them love.  “ … i will. ”

#cinwin / can you burn a fire in my flesh? ‣ washuman #wow i need to update that tag #anyway im emo! #absolutely destroyed! #save.

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    sweats in lesbian. 

#BLUE SHOWED ME THAT STARTER JAMES #IM GONNA PERISH!!! #ooc.