A/N: Still alive, somehow.
In other news, I may need a vacation soon, that, or I may simply change the update day for Foxfire to Tuesdays from now on, and shift the other dates around accordingly. I now have less time to write on Sundays and as a direct result, less time to write good chapters for this. It always feels like the qualuty suffers for it.
Still, here I am. Looking forward to your feedback!
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This is ANOTHER teaser for Practice Makes Perfect...
More aptly, next week's chapter.
"Even the coldest of souls will warm with just a little kindness...
~?
Just a Little Healing (Teaser)
Amber didn't trust Jaune Arc.
Sure, her soul might be damaged thanks to that wicked witch and sure she'd lost a leg, but she was a Maiden, dangit.
She had her pride, and even if her health was failing, she clung to it.
After all, it was all she had left these days.
So when Ozpin introduced the two of them and brought the seemingly weak blond goofball to her sickbed, she didn't think much of him; not at first. How could she, when she'd never met him before? He looked like a first year, probably just some rookie with an overinflated ego. The headmaster had brought a number of people with "healing semblances" to her before, but none of them could help her. This runt wouldn't be any different.
Nope, not one bit.
She didn't dare hope otherwise.
Hoping hurt her heart, and she'd lost sight of it long ago.
"Yeah," the blond goofball muttered suddenly, drawing her out of her doldrums. "I think I see the problem. I can fix this."
"Don't like." Amber pushed herself upright on the edges of her elbows. "You can't do anything for me. No one can. Buzz off and go do your homework or something, greenhorn."
He kept smiling, despite her vitriol. Tch. Weak.
"Just buzz off!"
Ozpin coughed into a fist. "My apologies. She's always been a bit crass.
"You can go jump up my-
The Headmaster coughed again. "Language."
"Look, this is a waste of time." huffing, she crossed both arms before her bosom and glared at him from her bed. "This kid can't help me."
"Who decided that?"
Amber's heart skipped a tiny beat.
"Eh?" she managed less than eloquently.
He was holding her hands- when had he grabbed them?!- and staring at her so intently.
"I said, who decided that?" his sunny smile never wavered once. "You can't give up on yourself. You still have so much to live for!"
Amber made confused Amber noises. "I...you..ha?!"
He pushed her back to the bed -her body wasn't ready!- and bid her lay down.
"This may sting a little," he warned her. "I suggest you bite down on something."
She scowled, ready to roast him alive if she made any untoward moves. "Whaddya mean sting a littleeeeeeee?!"
Amber's protest piqued into a startled shriek as Jaune Arc laid a transparent golden hand on her chest and did something to her aura, parting it like so much water. The pain nearly made her black out, but what followed, what she saw, was so much worse. Impossibly, his open palm phased right through cloth and flesh, burying itself deep inside her right up to his wrist. She balked at him, eyes bulging and her free hand came up, ready to spit lightning and immolate him on the spot.
He caught her fingers with with his free hand and gently stroked her palm. "Don't worry, everything will be alright. I won't let you die."
The gestured reminded her of a storybook she'd once read as a child; a knight comforting a princess.
He flashed her a small smile for encouragement; it was Amber's one and only warning.
Then he took ahold of her sundered soul and twisted.
She blacked out.
A/N: Did you enjoy the teaser?
Better yet, would you still prefer an update this week? Ideally, it would be Saturday. Do let me know!
RWBY may be in limbo, but we fanfiction writers are out here trying to keep the light alive, as it were. So here we go. The fate of this story depends on you, the reader. Your feedback determines the fate of this tale, and many others.
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...Review Would You Kindly?
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