The putrid taste of bile rises from the depths of his gullet and almost wets his tongue. He grimaces, then clamps his mouth shut again after a second thought; no need to give the vomit an easier time of seeing daylight, after all.
It isn't as bad as it could be though, the comforting presence of his sister assuages most of his queasiness: they're seated together, with his head on her lap, and her hand running through his unkempt blonde locks, an amused smile (he would be paying her back for that, later) on her gorgeous face.
He can feel the eyes of a few Beacon initiates on them, they avert them after a cursory glance, amused smiles on their faces, noting their uncanny similarity to each other and seeing only a girl tending to her motion-sick brother. He hopes they never find the truth.
He grimaces again; he doesn't clamp his mouth shut again, though; his avenue of thought leading to somewhere far too troubling to even think of any other subject.
They'll have to hide their relationship from everybody else, he realizes.
It isn't really something he's ever dwelled upon before, too caught up in the utter happiness and joy that tempers his every step these days.
Their relationship is far from a sibling bond. It's something infinitely more powerful and profound; people will ostracize them because of that. People always shun that which they cannot understand; just look at the Faunus.
It's not something that he really cares about; people can hate him all they want, he doesn't give a damn what they think. The only person whose opinion he cares for is Jeanne.
But therein lays the problem. Jeanne will care.
Oh sure, she'll play demure and pretend she doesn't, hide the pain in between the kisses, the agony behind the affection. But the cold hard truth of the matter is that she would be affected by the mutterings behind her back and the disgust upon their faces. Because she cares, not like him.
An unbelievably soft hand caresses his cheek, and he's thankful for the derailment of his dark train of thought. He turns his head to gaze at his Jeanne, a disapproving expression on her face.
He grins sheepishly, although the nausea makes it to be far more unpleasant than it would otherwise.
"Honestly," she shakes her head, "if I leave you alone for a few minutes, you always flick your emo switch on."
The great offense he felt must've shown on his face, because she suddenly burst out laughing, and the sound resonates like tinkling bells.
Despite his desires towards the contrary; he still lets out a smile. Damn it, this was supposed to be his brooding time!
He says that, but in reality, he doesn't mind it all that much. He can always contemplate later, but for now, he'd rather spend time with Jeanne.
He snuggles closer to her, wrapping an arm around her abdomen; it's somewhat of an awkward position, but softness of her skin and the elation of being closer to his beloved annuls that.
"What am I? A teddy bear?" She says, even as she uses the other hand not stroking his hair to grasp one of his in a hold that feels more like home than their house ever could.
Eventually, the rocking of the Bullhead and the warmth of his most precious person starts soothing him to slumber.
He yawns: feeling slumber dawning on him, even with the headache clogging his mind.
Jeanne smiles softly, "Go to sleep, Jaune," she coos softly in his ear, "I'll wake you up when we get to Beacon."
"Kay," he mumbles, barely even cognitive - trusting her without even a second thought.
She looks around, checking to see if anyone had their eyes on them, after confirming that no one did, she pecks him on the lips- he's a little surprised, considering his rather...volatile state- it was risky, somewhat stupid, considering the location-
It was electrifying. A usually surging shock, reduced to more subdued but still uniquely pleasurable buzz.
"Go to sleep, sleepyhead," she says, before she starts whispering a soothing melody to his ears.
And he does so, with the last thing he sees being her caring visage looking to him adoringly, he wonders blearily if she's an angel. He succumbs completely to the call of slumber, with a content smile on his face.
Let the worrying be for tomorrow.
Jeanne watches her brother for a few more minutes. She reflects on everything that's happened.
This relationship is a bad idea, she thinks, even as she lovingly tousles her snoozing brother's shaggy blonde mane. She should stop it, before it gets too out of hand, reason advises her, even as she feels the overwhelming urge to kiss her lover's handsome face silly.
Reason makes a few good points: she wants to be a hero, wants to restore the Arc name to what it once was, how could she do that if their secret was found out? They'd be known as deviants, hedonists, degenerates; not exactly the image she wants to convey. What if the rest of their family find out? They'd be disowned, no doubt. As much as Jeanne loves her family, she knows that it would be something they would do. Anything to preserve the Arc name.
It lists out a dozen more things wrong with her relationship with her brother. But even as it screams, and hollers, and begs for her to see reason; she finds it damnably easy to ignore it all.
Does that make her a bad person, she wonders? She's not sure.
It's not like she's not somewhat uneasy about all of this; but in her heart of hearts, she knows that she wants this, more than anything she's ever wanted before
Jaune reflexively hugs her closer in his sleep, mumbling some nonsense about this nerdy and ridiculously named comic called 'X-day and Grav' or something.
Jeanne smiles a little, leans down and mutters a teasing 'nerd' in the ear of her still comatose brother.
Becoming a hero, like the ones sung about in the legends had always been her ultimate goal; for as long as she cares to remember. She had broken and rebuilt her body countless times, and like a well forged blade, came out all the sharper because of it. She boggles at how pointless it feels now. Her goal's been replaced with a new one: live a happy life with Jaune.
She's not upset about it, though.
But, she contemplates with a frown; there is something that she's upset about.
It's Jaune himself.
Don't get her wrong, she loves her brother more than life itself, more than anything.
It's just that, Jeanne closes her eyes; he tried to kill himself for Oum's sake- with her sword! - And she doesn't know how to confront him about it.
He's just been so unbelievably happy and content lately that she fears that breaching the subject with him would undo everything in an instant; it's irrational, she knows, but the fear has been staying her hand.
He had been in a rut, the last few months, before that fateful incident that brought them together, he had been growing distant from her, it had distressed her to no end, thinking that Jaune was trying to hold her at the same length as the rest of their family; she had tried to bridge the gap, but every action seemed only to push him farther away.
She had spent many a sleepless nights agonizing over their distance; she had loved him as not just a brother, but also a lover, even back then.
A failed attempt at sleeping, prompting her to head to the kitchen for a glass of water had lead to a terrifying sight; she remembers it clear as day, probably always will.
She doesn't know all the details. Doesn't know if the constant ostracization by their family- and as much as she loves them, she will always begrudge them for that- lead him off the deep end, or perhaps she was the cause, perhaps the way that she constantly overshadowed, perhaps always being compared to her, being seen as just a pale 'spare' had caused his attempted suicide, perhaps it was his feelings for her, and the confusion and guilt that tailed it, perhaps it was all of those things, perhaps it was none. She does not know.
She does know one thing, though.
He's not okay.
Jaune isn't just in love with her, he's obsessed with her. Perhaps it's always been there, the terrifying devotion in his eyes that- despite her best efforts makes her heart nearly beat out of her chest -, the possessiveness he clings to her with, and the skewed perspective he has of the world.
She's terrified of the amount of power she has over him, and concerned over Jaune's anti-social behavior. She hopes that he will form other connections at Beacon, but as much as she loves her brother, she has to admit that he possesses horrible social skill.
She spends the entire Bullhead ride in a state of deep contemplation, and before she knows it, they had landed. The feeling of the Bullhead landing, embarrassingly, made her jump slightly; the sudden motion makes Jaune pull her even closer to himself. He's practically spooning her at this point.
Her face colors slightly, and the color deepens when she hears a few subdued snickers, it appears that they had a few initiates eyeing them out of boredom; as a consequence, kissing him awake was out of options then, drat!
Oh well, she'd just have to settle with how she used to wake him up when they were kids.
Her eyes gains the blazing satisfaction of a woman about to achieve vengeance, she pulls him away from her slightly, a little difficult considering the armor that he was wearing, but she manages it, leans in until she's close enough to initiate her malevolent scheme.
She's directly parallel to his delicate larynx; the smooth flesh looks incredibly tantalizing. She can't help herself any longer, she opens her mouth - a flash of white and red and-!
She blows a raspberry right on his throat. Revenge is sweet, she thinks sadistically.
Jaune's arms flailing about herald the startled laughter like thunder before lightning, and just like lightning it flashes briefly, illuminating the fact that while things were new, dangerous, and confusing; they were also marvelous and fulfilling.
Beacon is a new start, and Jeanne promised to herself in that instant of flailing arms and non-vitriolic cursing and carefree joy that it would be a better one for Jaune.
Beacon is incredible, he hadn't gotten a glimpse of it because he was asleep but as he stepped out of the Bullhead with his sister, it was this fact that immediately goes to the forefront of his mind.
It is styled in the fashion of a castle, but with a more technically advanced touch, a sort of combination of the past and present, gigantic spires sat upon its walls, and a particularly huge one stood at the middle of the building itself. If he had to choose one word to describe it, 'opulent' would be the first thing to come to mind.
"Wow," Jaune breathes out, eyes wide. Many other initiates are in a similar state of shock.
The sight is intimidating. This is Beacon, thought they; chest bloating with anxiety, where many great Hunters come in green and go out heroes sung about in legends, the same is expected of them. It's a crushing weight to feel, almost too heavy to carry.
But there is also a sense of hope, this is what they have been working towards, their end goal, if they succeed here then they would truly deserve to call themselves Hunters.
A crack of a riding crop snaps them out of their awed reverie.
They eyes turn to the source of the sound, a woman who looks to be in her mid-twenties, but appearances are never a good indicator of a Hunter's age, aura removes all imperfections, a sort of all purpose beauty tool.
"Greetings," she says in a carefully measured and stern voice.
"I am Glynda Goodwitch, your combat instructor, if you pass, that is. Welcome to the Beacon Academy for Hunters. Follow me to the auditorium, please."
Straight and to the point, blunt as well. She seems respectable enough, if a little uptight.
She turns around and walks off somewhere; most of the initiates follow, but some decide to remain and continue drinking in the sites. He and his sister are of the latter group.
"This place is awesome!" Jeanne exclaims, looking around everywhere excitedly.
He chuckles at her excitement, finding it utterly adorable, he mercilessly ruffles her hair.
"You sound like a really hyped up puppy," he jeers, she glares at him, but it loses most of the bite because her hair is still getting ruffled.
"Now you look like an angry puppy."
She adorably growls, then pounces him, wrapping her arms around him and almost causing him to topple over, his sister is nearly his match in height and momentum made falling on his rear a very real possibility.
"Whoa! Alright, alright, sheesh. You're not a puppy anymore."
She nods in satisfaction, still pouting. It was practically impossible to not want to tease her further.
"You're a really angry and really cute puppy."
Just as she looked like she was thinking of biting him- not that he minded- in retaliation to his smart remarks, they hear an explosion a little distance away, the air instantly turns from playful to serious.
He glances at her, she nods.
And they sprint to the site of the explosion, drawing their weapons along the ways, prepared to combat whatever threat they may face. His heartbeat is almost audible, and he resolves to protect Jeanne, no matter what.
They expect a lot of things, when they've reached their destination; perhaps a terrorist attack, initiated by the increasingly-bold White Fang; instead they find a white-haired girl, reprimanding another, shorter girl clad in red who was sitting in a crater. It's as much of a relief as it is a disappointment.
"You're such a dolt!" the white haired girl screeches, almost looking like she would be frothing at the mouth any second now. They sheathe their weapons and look on curiously at the arguement.
"I said I was sorry!" the girl clad in red protests defensively.
Their byplay goes on for quite some time, and just when it seems like they would be physically coming to blows; a black haired girl wearing a bow - out of nowhere - comes into the scene.
"Do you even know who I am?!" the white haired girl says, throwing her hands up in the air in exasperation.
"I dunno princess," the red-clad said with a growl that failed catastrophically at being intimidating, "Why don't you tell me."
The girl wearing a bow- previously unnoticed by the arguing pair -suddenly spoke up, "It's heiress, actually. Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee Dust Company."
The newly named Weiss Schnee preens, "Finally, some recogni-!"
"The heiress to the very same company infamous for its controversial labor laws regarding Faunus workers," the girl with the bow interrupts her, a measure of vindictiveness in her voice.
Weiss expression sours, "How dare yo-!"
"How dare I!?" The girl with the bow growls, in a much more intimidating manner than the girl clad in red, "How dare YOU. Do you have any idea how many Faunus slave away at your mines for minimal pay?"
Weiss opens her mouth to make a vitriolic comment, but before she could find her voice; Blake suddenly leaves the scene, her piece said.
Weiss clenches her teeth, turns towards her luggage and leaves as well; ignoring the red-clad girl she leaves behind.
The red-clad girl groans and lies down on the crater, muttering a despondent, "Welcome to Beacon..."
The twins glanced at each other, not really sure what to say.
"Wew" says Jaune in amusement, "That was better than your soap operas."
Jeanne snorts and swats him on the arm; she then points to the despondent girl lying in a crater, "Think we should help her?"
He thinks on it for a second. On one hand, helping the girl out would cut into his alone-time with Jeanne; on the other hand, she really looks like she wants to help the poor girl out, and he kind of does too.
He sighs, "Might as well."
Jeanne beams at him, "Great," she tugs at his sleeve as she walks towards the girl, "let's go."
"Yeah, yeah," Jaune grumbles, following behind her.
Today Sucks. Yes; it didn't just suck, it Sucks, with a capital S.
First, she gets left behind by Yang in one of her annoying attempts at getting her to socialize more; then she bumps into a crabby girl and gets a tongue-lashing as a result of an honest mistake. What a splendid start, she thinks sarcastically.
She sighs; and then gets startled as she hears someone clear their voice.
She opens her eyes. Blonde hair, blue eyes, long sleeved shirt, jeans, breastplate, shoulder guards, gloves, sword sheathed at waist, at first glance they look the same; a second glance and she notices some major differences: one has longer hair, a small but noticeable bump in the front of her chest, a shorter height and a more feminine face, a different sword. They must be twins.
"Uh," one of them- the girl -begins, somewhat uncomfortably, "are you alright?"
She tries to tilt her head in confusion, but her cheek hits ground, her eyes widen. She's still lying down, in the middle of the courtyard, no less. She must look like a complete idiot!
She gets up quickly, face burning. This is why she hates social interaction.
"YES!" She winces at her volume, and winces even further at the uncertain expressions on the twins' faces.
Silence reigned for a minute, both partiers unsure about how to proceed. Ruby's mind race with things to say, creating and discarding ideas with a prodigious speed. Her heart is beating a mile a minute, her legs feel weak. She swallows, and the spit does not go down easy.
Finally, after what seemes like an eternity of silence, a second before she is prepared to use her semblance to escape the extremely awkward encounter, the girl speaks up.
"Hey. I'm Jeanne Arc, and this is my twin brother-!"
"Older twin brother," the boy corrects her, he gets a playful bonk to the head for his trouble. Ruby giggles a little, charmed by their sibling dynamic. It reminds her of herself and Yang
"Shut it, you. Anyway, this idiot here," Jaune looks like he's going to retort but a glare from Jeanne takes the wind out of his sails, "is Jaune Arc."
Okay Ruby, keep calm. Breathe in. Breathe out. This situation can still be salvaged. These two seem cool, unlike the crabby girl from before.
"My name's Ruby Rose," she says in a hopefully enthusiastic tone, with a hopefully genuine-seeming smile on her face, "It's nice to meet you."
"Likewise," Jeanne says, returning her smile. Score! And Yang said that she couldn't make friends, preposterous. She just preferred tinkering with weapons, that's all.
"So," Jeanne begins, "What was with that girl earlier?"
And just like that, all of the enthusiasm leaves her.
Ruby slumps down, a veritable aura of gloom covering her like some sort of storm cloud, "I accidentally bumped into her luggage earlier, and now she hates me."
She, of course leaves out the part where her dust-infused sneeze caused a small explosion; but that is a small and uninteresting detail.
"What about the explosion?" The relatively silent Jaune questions her curiously.
"What explosion?" She says innocently.
The twins stare at the crater she was previously laying down on in deadpan.
She gulps, "I stand by my statement."
The twins just chuckle and shake their heads - a strangely synchronized action; must be a twin thing, she figures. She laughs along after a moment, realizing how outlandish the whole situation was, now that she looks backs at it.
"Wanna walk with us?" Offers Jeanne, smiling at her.
"Sure," Ruby chirps happily. Her luck is really turning for the better!
Ruby and the twins walk Beacon's courtyard without much direction, taking in the sights and conversing amongst themselves.
The twins are holding hands; weird, but Ruby just brushes it off as them being especially close.
"Ruby, mind if I ask you a question?"
"Shoot," Ruby says, turning her head to face Jeanne.
"You seem a bit younger than us. How old are you exactly?"
"I'm fifteen."
They stop walking, staring at her with surprise; she stops with them, confused.
"Wow," Jeanne says, eyed wide; Jaune looks equally impressed.
Ruby just wrings s her hands together, kicking at the ground in a sheepish manner, a blush of embarrassment on her face.
"It's not that impressive, is it?" she asks.
"Ruby," Jaune says in a deadpan voice, "At fifteen - a whole two years behind the normal age of attendance; you got into one of the best Hunter schools in all of Remnant, a school which only accepts the best of the best. If you don't think that's impressive, then I don't know what to tell you."
Jeanne nods her head in agreement, looking at her in a new light.
Ruby's blush just intensifies even further. She has to change the subject somehow; she's just a normal girl with normal knees!
Her eyes are suddenly drawn to their weapons, and an idea forms.
She grabs her magnum opus, Crescent Rose, from behind her cloak, brandishes it, and expands it into scythe form with the ease of a person who has done the motion thousands of times before.
Jaune and Jeanne jump backwards, eyes wide and alarmed.
Oops. On second thought, conjuring a menacing scythe out of nowhere isn't really a polite to do in a normal conversation.
"Anyway," she powers through, "This is my baby."
"That's a...scythe?" Jeanne questions, eyes roving along the weapon, noting the obvious affection that went towards its creation, "Wait. Your baby, you made that thing?"
"Yep," she says, caressing the weapon lovingly, "All students in Signal Academy are required to make their own weapons."
"We know," Jaune says, nodding towards the scythe, "but they're not usually this well-made."
"My uncle, Qrow, he helped lots; but it was mostly me," she says with pride.
"So what can it do," inquires Jeanne curiously, eager to see what such a fearsome looking weapon can do.
"Well," Ruby points towards the end of the scythe, where the barrel of the sniper-rifle was located, "In laymen's terms, it's a combination of a scythe and a high-caliber sniper rifle. I use the recoil from the sniper power to increase my speed in a fight," She transforms the weapon into its sniper form, "I can also transform it into a pure sniper rifle if I want to fight solely at range."
Jeanne gave an impressed whistle, "You must be one hell of a demon in a fight. Wanna spar with me later on?"
Yes! Something she is actually good at.
"That'd be great," she says happily.
"What about your weapons?" she asks, eyes drawn once more to the swords sheathed on their hips.
Jeanne smiles a little sheepishly and unsheathes her blade, the metal gleams majestically in the sunlight, "It's called Crocea Mors, and it's been in my family for generations," she says with pride, "It's not as flashy as your weapon; but it gets the job done.
Ruby's eyes greedily devoured all the details of the ancient weapon, noting its masterful craftsmanship.
"Does it have any special features?" questions Ruby in an intrigued tone.
"Only one," she unbuckles the sheath on her hip, and transforms it into a heater shield, carrying the symbol of two golden crescents on the front.
"Cool..." Ruby breathes in awe.
"Aww, shucks," Jeanne chuckles embarrassedly, transforming the shield back to a sheathe and sheathing her sword back inside, "you're just saying that."
"No!" Ruby vehemently denies, "Nobody ever appreciates the classics these days," she says with passion. Maybe too much passion, now that she thinks about it, she winces, hoping they're not put off by her enthusiasm.
"Thanks, Ruby," smiles Jeanne.
"You're a real weapons geek, huh," Jaune says in amusement.
"Yep!" She says with no shame whatsoever, "Now show me yours!"
Jaune looks a bit hesitant, but he unsheathes the longsword anyway at Jeanne's prompting, "It's nothing special, just something I picked up until I can get a better sword."
Ruby eyes the longsword contemplatively. He isn't lying, while the blade is finely crafted; it is also nothing special, it wouldn't last him long against the Grimm, whose natural armor could shatter all but the finest of weapons.
Ruby's eyes the light up with an idea, "Beacon probably has a forge you can use to make a new weapon," she says excitedly. Already drawing up potential weapon schematics. Electric sword or fire sword?
Jaune shakes his head, "I have no idea how to make a weapon."
"I can help you," Ruby rebukes, not planning to be shot down.
"Assuming we pass whatever test they have planned for us," Jaune replies.
"We'll pass, for sure!" Ruby replies with determination.
"You're that confident?" Jaune raises a brow, unsure if it was arrogance or something else driving the girl's absolute confidence.
"Yep!" She grins.
Before Jaune can say something in response the perpetually bored voice of Headmaster Ozpin plays through the speakers scattered throughout campus.
"All initiates please report to the Beacon auditorium in five minutes."
He does not repeat himself. They all share a panicked look
Ruby turns to the twins, "Can we hurry up to the auditorium now?"
The twins look at her in alarm, "We were following you," Jeanne says, face pale.
"What?!" Ruby shrieks.
They reach the auditorium just as the Headmaster is about to begin his speech. Faces haggard from running.
"Yes, right on time!" Ruby does a little celebratory jig, before noticing her location, and immediately stopping awkwardly. The twins just share a laugh at her embarrassment.
"Hey, Ruby!" a blonde girl calls out to the girl, waving, "I saved you a spot!"
Ruby waves back to her and then turns to the twins, "That's my sister; I'll see you guys later. Okay?"
She then speeds off to her sister before they can reply. The twins share an amused look at her hyperactivity.
"Oh, woe is me. We've been abandoned," says Jaune dramatically.
Jeanne plays along and fake sniffles, "Indeed," she laments, "where else shall we find such an excitable companion!"
They double down laughing, but then fall silent as they hear a throat being cleared.
They look towards the raised platform where the headmaster was standing with a microphone in hand. Glynda Goodwitch stood behind him, a little ways off.
"I'll...keep this brief. You have traveled here today in search of knowledge - to hone your craft and acquire new skills. And when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose - direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."
Through the entire speech the stoic master's voice is droll and almost distracted. Hardly inspiring; demoralizing even. The silence after the speech is uncomfortable. He must be doing it on purpose, figures Jaune. Nobody could be this horrendous at speeches.
The headmaster walks off the stage, letting Glynda take the microphone.
"Initiation will be held tomorrow. You will be staying here, in the auditorium overnight. Make your own sleeping arrangements."
She then follows the headmaster out of the stage. It was strange...the man seems off.
"Pretty inspirational, right?" Jeanne quips sarcastically, breaking him from his reverie.
"Yeah. Ozpin seemed kind of distracted," he said, expression contemplative.
"Now that you mention it..."
Before they can converse about the headmaster's strange behavior more, a commotion gets their attention.
They turn their head towards where other initiates are staring, some with their scrolls out; all of them with expressions of amusement.
It's Weiss. The icy-heiress is reprimanding the poor Ruby once more, they can't hear what she's saying from this distance, but the wild gesticulation happening is giving them a good idea of how heated it is. The blonde haired girl beside Ruby- her sister, he recalls- does not look amused at how Weiss was lambasting her sister.
"Ruby really can't get a break, can she?" said Jeanne, sympathetic to the younger girl's plight.
Jaune nods in agreement, eyes fixed to the spectacle. Those two made quite a comedic duo; he could listen to them argue for hours and probably wouldn't get bored.
Ruby eventually said something that set off Weiss, and her volume increases enough for the twins to be able to hear her.
"Yes. And we could paint our nails, go shopping for new clothes, and talk about cute boys like tall, blonde and scraggly over there," she says with syrupy sarcasm, pointing a finger towards Jaune at that last part. She is pretty rude for a supposed heiress.
Jaune just rolls his eyes, while Jeanne laughs her ass off.
"She wouldn't be saying that if she saw you without your clothes," Jeanne whispers to him with a smirk. Jaune's face reddens and he mutters something about stupid sexy sisters.
"Really!?"
Jaune's face meets his palm, he's pretty sure that Jeanne can't even breathe at this point.
Ruby's genuine enthusiasm makes Weiss throw her arms up in the air in silent frustration as if saying, 'This is what I deal with', and turn to briskly walk away. Fists clenched at her sides, and teeth gritted.
Jeanne, eager to get some revenge on behalf of Ruby, wraps a hand around him, grins, winks, turns towards Weiss and calls out,
"Hey Weiss," she says, grin threatening to split her face, "We're natural blondes, y'know!"
If possible. Weiss' face becomes even grumpier, and it looks like she is going to curse them out at any moment. Before they can get cussed out, Jeanne quickly drags them towards the crowd congregating around the entrance of the auditorium.
They chuckle, even as they get jostled around by impatient initiates.
"That was priceless," Jeanne wipes a tear away, turning to flash a radiant smile his way.
"Wanna grab a bite to eat?" Jaune asks her as they exit the auditorium.
"I'd love to."
Beacon's food is heavenly. He supposes only the best food could be served to the future protectors of the world.
They returned to the auditorium after a day of exploring Beacon, probably later than they should have, as mostly everybody was already asleep; along the way to the auditorium and after they had changed into their pajamas they had managed to strike up an acquaintance with an excitable girl named Nora Valkyrie and her significantly calmer 'friend', Lie Ren.
"See you guys tomorrow," Jeanne sends Nora and Ren off with a smile and a wave.
Nora opens her mouth to proclaim a grand- and no doubt extremely loud -farewell but Ren, with the practiced ease of one who had done the motion thousands of times before, clamps a hand to her mouth.
Ren yawns, uncaring of the fact that Nora was currently slathering his hand with spit and bids them adieu. Dragging Nora off somewhere to sleep.
"Beacon really has some real characters. Huh, Jaune?" says a bewildered Jeanne.
Jaune just nods mutely.
They then find a secluded spot, and lie down. Thankfully, the floor was carpeted, so it wasn't too uncomfortable.
"Oh no," says Jaune in faux aghast manner, "We don't have any blankets to keep ourselves warm. I suppose we have no choice but to snuggle up for warmth."
Jeanne rolls her eyes, but snuggles closer him anyway. Ear pressed against his chest, "Dork."
"No. You," is his extremely witty retort.
"Wow. How scathing. I might just have to cut off your supply of kisses because of that extremely hurtful comment."
"Now, we both know that it would hurt you as much as me if you did that."
"Touché."
They spend a little time more time bantering with each other. Eventually the events of the day catch up to them, and Jeanne lets loose a jaw-cracking yawn, which makes Jaune yawn in return.
"We should probably get to sleep. Tomorrow's a big day..."
"Yeah," mutters Jaune in reply, eyes drooping. He gives her a chaste kiss on the forehead, "Good night. I love you. Little sis. "
"Don't even start with that again," Jeanne grumbles blearily, "Good night. Love you too..."
They drift off to sleep. The sound of each other's breathing lulling them to sleep. They never once let go of each other throughout the night.
AN
And that's a wrap! Probably my favorite part about writing this fic is balancing the twins' sibling interaction with their lovers' interaction, there's something just immensely enjoyable about it. I do dislike my tendency to never describe anything. Probably one of my many faults as a writer; but other than that this chapter was pretty good in my opinion.
No friskiness this chapter, unfortunately. I know you sick bastard wants some of that sweet twin on twin action but we can't really have the twins just grinding against each other every moment of every day, can we? Especially now that they've arrived at Beacon.
I'm truthfully not looking forward to writing initiation. I feel like it's going to be extremely tedious; but alas, I must endure.
Looking for some more sweet, sweet Arcest action? I've had the pleasure of encountering a fic that is much better than this one. 'Twin's Game' by Super Saiyan Cyndaquil. It feels incredibly visceral, and the author does a greater job than me at portraying how fucked up Jaune and his sister's relationship really is. It's some heavy shit, could not recommend more.
Anyway, enough of my rambling.
Remember to leave a review. Was it bad? Was it good? Was it somewhere in between? Let me know. Criticize me so I can improve myself.