Halo again everyone. i couldnt resist another tale of Roxas
Blake Belladonna stood at the edge of the train car, her amber eyes locked onto the shrinking silhouette of the train carrying Adam Taurus into the darkness of the tunnel. The sound of the train wheels screeching against the tracks faded into silence, leaving her alone with the night. Her grip on Gambol Shroud tightened before she exhaled deeply, her shoulders slumping as if releasing years of tension.
"It's over," she whispered to herself, though the weight in her chest lingered. She turned away from the now-distant tunnel, her gaze shifting to the dense forest of Forever Fall surrounding her. The faint glow of red-leafed trees reflected the moonlight, painting a hauntingly beautiful scene.
"This is it," Blake muttered, stepping off the train car. "A new start. No looking
As she began her trek through the forest, her mind wandered to the city of Vale. It wasn't far, but the forest was vast and treacherous, especially with the ever-present threat of Grimm. She adjusted her bow, ensuring her Faunus ears were concealed, and walked with cautious ness
Blake trudged through the Forest of Forever Fall, her steps purposeful but her thoughts clouded. The red-leafed trees loomed over her, their vivid colors reflecting a stark contrast to the dark shadows pooling at their bases. She adjusted Gambol Shroud on her back, her amber eyes darting from one tree to the next, scanning for any sign of movement.
The forest was quiet—too quiet. The only sounds accompanying her were the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze and the occasional crackle of branches beneath her boots. Every so often, the faint call of a distant bird or the howl of a far-off Beowolf reminded her that she wasn't truly alone.
Her mind drifted to the events she had left behind. Adam's face flashed in her memory, the fury in his eyes, the weight of his words as he tried to pull her back into the darkness she had worked so hard to escape. She clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms.
"I'm done with him," she muttered under her breath, trying to convince herself. "I'm done with all of it."
The truth, however, felt heavier than she wanted to admit. Adam had been a part of her life for so long, his influence shaping her decisions, her fears, her guilt. Cutting him out wasn't as simple as severing a train car. It was a process, one she wasn't sure she'd fully begun yet.
Blake stopped at a small stream, the water's soft gurgle breaking the forest's eerie silence. She crouched down, cupping her hands to splash her face with the cool water. The chill grounded her, and for a brief moment, she felt a semblance of calm.
The forest stretched endlessly before her, and while she knew the general direction of Vale, she had no map, no guide. The path forward seemed as uncertain as her future.
Blake stood, shaking off the water and pressing on. The dense canopy above allowed only slivers of moonlight to reach the forest floor, creating an ever-shifting pattern of light and shadow. She kept her senses sharp, listening for the telltale growl or hiss of Grimm.
Her ears twitched beneath her bow as she picked up a faint sound in the distance—a rustling that didn't belong to the wind. She froze, her hand instinctively reaching for Gambol Shroud. The noise grew louder, accompanied by the crunch of leaves underfoot.
Blake pressed herself against a tree, her body tense and her breath steady. Slowly, she peeked around the trunk. Her eyes widened slightly.
A figure stood atop a distant cliff, silhouetted against the moonlight. Their cloak billowed gently in the breeze, the hood obscuring their face. They stood motionless, their attention seemingly fixed on the expanse of the forest below.
Blake furrowed her brows, uncertainty creeping into her mind.
"Who is that?" She wondered.
He didn't look like anyone from the White Fang, nor did he resemble any Huntsmen she knew. The forest wasn't a place for casual travelers, not at night and certainly not alone.
Her hand remained on her weapon as she carefully stepped closer, trying to get a better look without drawing attention to herself. The figure didn't move, their presence oddly serene yet unnerving.
Why is he here? Blake thought, her ears straining to catch any sound. There was something otherworldly about the figure. She wasn't sure why
Suddenly, as if sensing her presence, the hooded figure turned slightly. Blake's heart jumped, her instincts screaming at her to prepare for an attack. But the figure didn't move aggressively. Instead, they began to walk away, their steps slow and deliberate.
Blake hesitated, her mind racing. She didn't know who—or what—this person was, but something about them felt… off. Dangerous, perhaps, but also intriguing
"Should I follow him?" She wondered.
The forest was treacherous, and while she didn't trust easily, she couldn't ignore the small voice in her head reminding her that two were safer than one in a place like this.
Her decision made, Blake adjusted Gambol Shroud and began to trail the figure, her steps as quiet as the night around her.
carefully following the hooded figure through the dense forest, her steps light and deliberate to avoid drawing too much attention. Her curiosity mingled with caution as she observed him. He moved almost as if he were wandering rather than traveling to a specific destination.
The moonlight filtering through the canopy bathed the figure in an ethereal glow, making his presence all the more mysterious. Blake couldn't shake the odd sense of unease mixed with familiarity that settled in her chest.
Suddenly, the figure stopped.
Blake froze mid-step, her hand instinctively drifting toward Gambol Shroud. He stood still for a moment before slowly turning to face her. The hood obscured his features entirely, and yet, she felt his gaze pierce through her.
Tension coiled in her muscles as she prepared for the worst. The silence stretched between them, heavy and charged, until he broke it with a calm, almost curious question.
"You you see me?"
Blake blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "What?" she asked, her voice low but steady. "Of course I can. Why wouldn't I?"
He tilted his head slightly, as if considering her response.
"Just… checking something." His tone was enigmatic, neither hostile nor warm. Without offering further explanation, he turned away and resumed walking.
Blake furrowed her brows
. "What kind of question was that?" she wondered. Yet, her curiosity wouldn't let her drop the matter. "Wait," she called, taking a step forward.
The figure paused but didn't turn back to face her.
"Are you heading to the city of Vale?" Blake asked, unsure why she was even suggesting such a thing. She wasn't the type to trust strangers easily, not after everything she had been through. But something about this figure stirred a strange sense of familiarity, almost comfort.
He hesitated, as if weighing her words. Until he finally gave her a reluctant nod
Blake wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or uneasy at his cryptic response. She adjusted her weapon, stepping closer but maintaining a safe distance. "We should stick together," she said, her tone firm despite her lingering uncertainty. "The forest is dangerous, especially at night."
The hooded figure glanced back at her briefly before continuing forward. "If you insist."
They began to trek through the forest together, the silence between them broken only by the rustling of leaves and the occasional distant cry of Grimm. Blake stole glances at him, her mind racing with questions.
"Who is he? Why is he here? And why… why do I feel like I can trust him?"
For now, those answers would have to wait. Together, they pressed on toward the city of Vale, their unlikely partnership forged in the heart of the forest.
Blake and the hooded figure walked in silence through the dense forest, the crunch of leaves underfoot and the occasional rustle of nocturnal creatures filling the air. The moonlight grew fainter as the canopy thickened, and Blake found her thoughts drifting back to the mysterious figure beside her.
She hesitated for a moment, then decided to break the silence. "Just.. who are you?" she asked, her tone cautious but curious.
The hooded figure didn't immediately reply. After a pause, his voice came, calm and cryptic. "Nobody."
Blake frowned, glancing at him. "Nobody? That's not much of an answer."
"It's the truth," he said simply, his tone carrying an air of finality that made her unsure whether to press further.
Still, she wasn't entirely satisfied. "Fine. Then what should I call you?"
For a moment, he said nothing, as if considering whether to share even that. "Roxas," he finally replied.
"Roxas…" Blake repeated, testing the name on her tongue. It was unfamiliar, but something about it seemed to suit him.
Roxas turned his head slightly toward her. "And you?"
"Blake," she said.
They continued walking, the silence between them less heavy now that introductions had been exchanged. As the forest grew darker, the atmosphere became more oppressive, and Blake's Faunus ears twitched at every faint sound.
"The Grimm will be out soon," she said, glancing around warily. "They'll be hungry. If we're not careful, we'll draw them right to us."
Roxas gave a small nod, his hood obscuring his expression.
Blake stopped and surveyed their surroundings. "We should make a campfire. It'll keep them at bay and give us some light to see by."
Turning her back to gather dry wood, she began picking up sticks and branches. As she crouched, the sudden sound of crackling flames made her whip around in alarm.
To her surprise, Roxas stood by a small, roaring fire, the glow illuminating his hooded figure.
Blake blinked, her ears twitching in confusion. "How did you—?" she started, but Roxas simply shook his head.
"Does it matter?" he asked quietly, his voice carrying a faint hint of weariness.
Blake stared at him for a moment, her curiosity piqued but her instincts telling her not to pry. Instead, she sighed and sat down by the fire.
"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" she muttered.
Roxas didn't respond. He sat down opposite her, his movements fluid but reserved, as if he were keeping himself guarded.
The two of them sat in silence, the fire crackling between them as its warm glow pushed back the darkness. Blake kept a vigilant eye on the forest, her hand never far from Gambol Shroud. She noticed Roxas doing the same, his posture relaxed yet alert.
For now, the forest was quiet, but both knew that danger was never far away. The uneasy alliance between them was fragile, built on nothing more than convenience, but Blake couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Roxas than he let on.
As the night stretched on, she found herself watching him, the flames casting flickering shadows on his hooded face.
The fire crackled softly, its warm glow providing a sense of security against the encroaching darkness of the forest. Blake glanced across the flames at Roxas, his hood still obscuring most of his face. She couldn't help her curiosity; he was an enigma, and the strange air about him only deepened her need for answers.
"So," Blake began cautiously, her tone light yet probing, "what brought you to the middle of this forest?"
Roxas was silent for a moment, his head tilting slightly as if considering his response. "I came from nowhere," he finally said, his voice calm and detached. "And now I'm here."
Blake frowned at the cryptic reply, her ears twitching in mild frustration. "That's… vague."
He didn't elaborate, his focus seemingly elsewhere as his gaze flicked toward the forest beyond the firelight.
Blake sighed quietly, interpreting his words as a polite way of saying he didn't want to talk about it. She decided to let it go; after all, she wasn't exactly eager to share her own reasons for being here.
"What about you?" Roxas asked suddenly, his tone as neutral as ever. "What brought you out here?"
Blake stiffened slightly, her fingers idly brushing against Gambol Shroud. "I… got lost," she lied, keeping her voice steady.
Roxas turned his head toward her, though his hood made it impossible to see his expression. Something about the way he paused made her think he didn't believe her, but to her relief, he chose not to press further.
"Hmm," was all he said, leaning back slightly.
Blake relaxed a fraction, grateful he didn't call her out.
Roxas broke the silence again. "Do you take a lot of trips like this?"
Blake smirked faintly at the question, glad for the change of subject. "Occasional hobby," she replied, her tone carrying a hint of humor. "I like exploring. It helps clear my mind."
"Exploring dangerous forests filled with those," Roxas said, his voice unreadable. "Interesting choice."
Blake shrugged. "The danger keeps it exciting."
Roxas said nothing, but she could sense a faint shift in his demeanor, as if he was quietly considering her words. As the fire continued to flickered casting shadows on their faces
The fire had burned low, and the shadows of the Forest of Forever Fall had deepened around them. The night air was cool, and Blake's thoughts wandered aimlessly as she stared into the flickering flames. Every so often, her gaze would drift to Roxas, still sitting against the tree with his hood drawn low. The stillness of his figure seemed to keep a quiet distance between them, yet for reasons Blake couldn't fully understand, she found herself yearning to see what lay behind that hood.
It wasn't like her to be so curious about someone, especially someone so enigmatic and distant, but there was something about Roxas that drew her in. His calm presence, the mystery in his words—it all created a sense of intrigue. Blake's heart skipped a beat as she noticed how the dim light of the fire barely touched his face, leaving his features a complete mystery. Why did she want to know? She didn't even know him, and yet, there was this strange compulsion to see his face.
Without fully realizing it, she quietly stood and began walking toward him. The soft rustle of leaves under her feet seemed to echo in the still night air. As she neared, she hesitated for a moment, unsure of what she was doing. But curiosity pushed her forward. She gently waved her hand in front of his face, hoping to catch a glimpse of his eyes or the faintest hint of emotion.
Suddenly, his voice broke the silence, calm and barely above a whisper.
"I'm awake," he said, startling her.
Blake stepped back slightly, her breath catching in her throat. She hadn't expected him to be aware of her approach.
"I'm sorry," she muttered awkwardly, her face flushing slightly. "I didn't mean to bother you"
Roxas tilted his head slightly, the hood obscuring his features. "It's alright. My cloak hides faces better than most."
Blake smiled faintly at that. It was a strange way to put it, but it made sense. She could only imagine the number of people who had tried to figure out who he was based on his appearance.
They both lapsed into silence, the crackling fire their only companion for a few moments.
Finally, Roxas spoke again, his voice still calm but carrying a subtle curiosity. "What do you hope to find in Vale City?"
Blake's brow furrowed as she thought about it. What did she hope to find? She had so many conflicting thoughts, so many emotions tied up in her future. But in the end, she knew what she wanted most.
"I want to get away from a lot of things," she replied softly, almost surprised at herself for being so open with him. "I've been running from things for a long time, and I just… I want a new start. A chance to be someone different, to live a life I can choose."
The words felt weighty, but they also felt true. Blake hadn't admitted that to anyone, let alone a stranger like Roxas, but for some reason, it felt easier to share with him. Maybe it was because he seemed so detached from everything, so unknowable. It made her feel like she could say it without fear of being judged.
Roxas nodded slightly, his voice quiet but resonating with an understanding she hadn't expected. "I understand."
Blake looked at him, studying the faint outline of his hooded figure, still holding a sense of mystery. "You do?"
He nodded again, his tone distant but not unkind. "Everyone has something they want to get away from. It's not just you."
Blake's heart shifted at his words. She hadn't realized how much she needed to hear that until now. In some strange way, she felt a connection to Roxas, even if they were both carrying different burdens. They both sought something—an escape, a new beginning.
A slight smile tugged at her lips, though it was faint. "I guess we're not that different, then."
Roxas didn't respond immediately, but Blake didn't mind. The brief exchange felt like an unspoken understanding between them, a shared acknowledgment that life wasn't easy, and both of them were simply trying to find their way.
The night was calm, save for the crackle of the fire and the occasional chirp of crickets. Blake sat still, staring into the flames, her ears twitching at the faintest sound. Then she heard it—a faint rustling from far away. It wasn't the wind or a simple animal; the sound was deliberate, heavy, and growing closer. Her body tensed as she rose to her feet, Gambol Shroud already in her hand.
Roxas noticed her shift in demeanor, his own senses sharpening in response. Without a word, he pushed himself off the tree and stood beside her, his movements smooth and deliberate. His gaze swept the surrounding darkness, though his hood still obscured his expression.
"You sense it too," he said quietly, more a statement than a question.
Blake nodded, her eyes scanning the forest. "We're not alone."
The rustling grew louder, now accompanied by guttural growls that made her fur stand on end. From the shadows of the forest, glowing red eyes began to emerge. Blake's breath hitched as the shapes of Grimm materialized—an entire pack of beowolves, their black, sinewy forms stalking toward them, teeth bared and claws ready.
Blake tightened her grip on Gambol Shroud, her body instinctively dropping into a fighting stance. "Beowolves," she muttered under her breath.
Roxas didn't respond, but his calm presence beside her was oddly reassuring. She glanced at him briefly, unsure of how he would handle the situation. Then her eyes widened in surprise as he raised his hands.
In twin flashes of light, two swords materialized in his grip. They weren't like any swords Blake had ever seen before—one gleamed a radiant white and gold, intricate designs resembling wings etched into its blade. The other was dark, with sharp, angular lines and a chain-like motif that gave it an imposing edge.
Blake's surprise momentarily distracted her, and she couldn't help but stare. "What… are those?" she asked, her voice hushed.
Roxas didn't look at her, his focus entirely on the advancing Grimm. "Weapons," he replied simply.
The beowolves snarled, their glowing eyes locking onto their targets. The largest of the pack, an alpha, let out a thunderous howl, signaling the attack.
Blake snapped back into focus, her instincts taking over. She darted forward, her ribbon unraveling as she used Gambol Shroud to slash through the first beowolf that lunged at her.
Roxas moved just as quickly. With a single step, he closed the distance to the nearest Grimm, swinging both swords with precision. The golden blade cleaved through one beowolf, its light searing the creature's dark form, while the darker blade slashed through another with a sharp, decisive force.
Blake caught glimpses of his movements between her own strikes. His fighting style was unlike anything she'd ever seen—fluid and graceful, yet every strike was powerful and deliberate. The way he wielded both swords simultaneously was mesmerizing, as if they were extensions of himself.
As they fought side by side, Blake couldn't help but admit to herself: Roxas's weapons and skill were extraordinary. But there was no time to dwell on it. The beowolves were relentless, and for every one they felled, another seemed to take its place.
"Roxas!" Blake called out, slicing through another Grimm.
He nodded, darting to her side
Blake smirked despite herself, finding his confidence contagious. Together, they braced for the next wave of Grimm
The snarls echoed through the forest as more beowolves emerged from the darkness. Blake counted at least a dozen now, their glowing red eyes locking onto her and Roxas. She tightened her grip on Gambol Shroud, her heart pounding in her chest.
"There's too many," she muttered, her voice barely audible over the sound of claws scraping against the ground.
"Stay close," Roxas said, stepping in front of her. His tone was calm, but there was a quiet resolve behind it.
The pack didn't give them much time to prepare. The alpha charged first, followed by the others. Blake moved to intercept a smaller beowolf, slashing it down the middle, but the creatures were relentless. One leapt at her from the side, too fast for her to react.
Before she could brace herself, Roxas appeared in a blur of motion, his dark blade cleaving through the attacking beowolf in an instant. "Focus!" he said sharply, but his voice wasn't harsh—more like a nudge to keep her steady.
Blake quickly regained her composure, moving in tandem with Roxas as they fought off the remaining pack. Roxas's movements were a blur of gold and black light, his twin blades carving through the Grimm with an almost surgical precision. He moved as if the battle was an intricate dance, one he was effortlessly leading.
When the final beowolf lunged at her, Blake froze for a split second, exhaustion creeping into her limbs. But Roxas was there again, stepping in front of her and dispatching it with a single, decisive swing of his sword
The clearing fell silent, the last of the Grimm dissolving into ash. Blake stood still, catching her breath and processing what had just happened.
She looked at Roxas, who calmly lowered his weapons. The blades vanished in twin flashes of light, leaving no trace they'd ever existed. Blake stared at him, awed by his skill.
"That was… incredible," she said softly, her voice carrying a note of genuine admiration.
Roxas turned to face her, tilting his head slightly. "It's a pleasure," he replied, his tone oddly gentle. For a moment, his words seemed to carry a deeper meaning, one he couldn't fully articulate.
Blake felt a warmth rise to her cheeks. She averted her gaze, an image of what Roxas might look like behind his hood flickering in her mind. She imagined a handsome man, someone with a quiet strength that matched his skills. Shaking the thought away, she offered him a shy, "Thank you."
Roxas gave a small nod, and the two shared a brief, awkward silence before heading back to their campsite.
Once there, Blake sat down by the fire, her earlier adrenaline fading into fatigue. She let out a soft sigh, her eyelids beginning to droop. Roxas, leaning against a tree, watched her quietly.
"You're tired," he said after a moment.
Blake looked up at him, hesitating. "A little," she admitted. "But I can stay up if you need me to."
Roxas shook his head. "Get some rest. I'll keep watch."
Blake studied him for a moment, unsure why she felt she could trust him so easily. But something about his calm demeanor and the way he had protected her made her feel safe. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," Roxas replied simply.
Blake gave a small nod and shifted to lie down by the fire, her weapon within arm's reach just in case. As she closed her eyes, she whispered, "Thanks, Roxas."
He glanced at her, his gaze softening for a fleeting moment. "You're welcome," he said quietly, his voice barely audible over the crackling fire.
As Blake drifted off to sleep, Roxas remained vigilant, his mind wandering as he stared into the forest's shadows. He didn't understand why he felt compelled to protect her, but for now, it didn't matter. He would keep his word.
Blake's dream began with the familiar clang of metal, the relentless sound of combat on the train. She saw herself darting between the automated soldiers, slicing through them with Gambol Shroud, but there was a strange hollowness to the scene. Something was missing.
As she fought, the vision shifted. In the distance, she caught sight of Adam Taurus. He moved with terrifying precision, his crimson blade cutting through the robots as if they were nothing. Each swing of his sword sent shockwaves through her memories, dredging up moments she had tried desperately to forget: his anger, his manipulation, the times she had looked into his eyes and seen nothing but darkness.
"Blake," Adam's voice echoed, deep and commanding. He stepped closer, extending his hand toward her.
Her heart pounded as she stumbled back. "No! I can't be with you anymore!" she shouted, her voice trembling with both anger and fear. Turning away, she ran, desperate to escape him.
As she fled, the dream warped again. The train stretched endlessly into the horizon, and on the opposite end, she saw someone standing. It was Roxas.
"Roxas?" she murmured, confused. Relief briefly washed over her at the sight of him. But as she approached, his hand reached up to the hood, pulling it back.
Blake's blood ran cold. Instead of Roxas, it was Adam's face staring back at her, his cold, predatory grin sending a chill down her spine.
"You won't get away from me," Adam said, his voice dripping with malice.
Blake gasped, her chest tightening as panic surged through her. The dream closed in around her, suffocating her as Adam loomed closer—
She bolted upright, her breath coming in shallow, rapid gasps. The early morning light filtered through the trees, the remnants of the fire reduced to faint wisps of smoke.
"Blake?" Roxas's voice broke through her panic. He was still leaning against the tree, his expression calm but tinged with concern. "Are you alright?"
It took her a moment to collect herself, her heart still racing from the dream. She wiped her brow and forced a shaky smile. "Yeah… I'm fine. Just a bad dream."
Roxas studied her for a moment, his gaze lingering as if he could sense there was more to it. But he didn't press. Instead, he asked gently, "Do you want to rest a little longer?"
Blake hesitated. She felt drained, but she didn't want to seem weak. Still, the exhaustion tugging at her made her nod. "That would be nice."
"Alright," Roxas said simply. He shifted his position to keep a better watch, giving her space to settle back down.
Blake lay back against the cool ground, her gaze flicking to Roxas. Despite the lingering unease from her dream, his presence felt steadying. She let her eyes close again, determined to push the haunting visions away.
Stirring, feeling a comforting sense of ease as she glanced toward Roxas. His presence, calm and steady, seemed to shield her from the lingering unease of her dream. She sat up, stretching slightly before catching his gaze.
"I think I've rested enough," she said softly, brushing off the dust off her . "Are you ready to go?"
Roxas nodded, rising to his feet with a fluid motion
The two set off again, weaving through the dense forest as the first signs of civilization began to emerge. The distant sounds of Vale, faint but growing louder, spurred their pace. Blake couldn't help but glance at Roxas occasionally. There was something about his quiet demeanor that intrigued her, though his air of mystery also left her slightly on edge.
As they neared the forest's edge, she adjusted her bow, carefully tucking her cat ears beneath it once more. She caught a subtle flicker of Roxas's eyes, almost as if he had noticed the movement. Yet, to her relief, he didn't comment, respecting her silence.
Eventually, the towering walls of Vale came into view. The city was alive with activity, its gates bustling with people entering and exiting. Blake slowed her steps, hesitating.
Roxas noticed and stopped beside her. "Something wrong?"
"No, I just…" Blake trailed off, her cheeks heating as she gathered her courage. "Can I ask you a small favor before we get there?"
Roxas tilted his head slightly, curiosity flashing in his eyes. "What is it?"
Blake took a breath, her heart racing. "Can I see your face?"
He froze for a moment, as if the request caught him off guard. His response came slowly, his tone cryptic. "Those who do… always forget me."
Blake frowned but held his gaze, her voice steady. "I won't. You're someone I could never forget."
Roxas seemed to study her for a moment before relenting. He reached up and lowered his hood, revealing his face. His spiky blonde hair framed striking, sky-blue eyes that seemed to hold both sorrow and warmth.
Blake's breath hitched, her blush deepening. "He's… kind of cute" She quickly looked away, embarrassed by her thoughts. "Thank you for accompanying me," she managed, her voice softer than she intended.
Roxas gave her a small, almost shy smile. "It's something I hope to do again… if we meet."
Blake looked up at him, her heart skipping a beat at his unexpected sentiment. "I'd like that," she said, smiling in return.
They continued their walk toward the gates, the noise of the city enveloping them as they approached. Once inside, Roxas paused, as if unsure what to do next.
"This is where we part ways," he said simply.
Blake nodded, her chest tightening unexpectedly. "Take care," she said, watching as he disappeared into the bustling crowd.
For a moment, she stood there, unable to move. Despite his mysteriousness—or maybe because of it—Roxas had left an impression on her.
I hope I see him again, she thought, her gaze lingering on where he had vanished. Turning toward the city, she resolved to begin her new life, though she couldn't help but wonder if Roxas would somehow find his way back into it.
She wandered through the bustling streets of Vale, her thoughts circling back to Roxas. She couldn't shake the image of his face—the piercing blue eyes, the quiet smile.
"What is wrong with me?" She thought, scolding herself. "Maybe I just like blonde guys."
She adjusted her bow, ensuring it still concealed her ears, and took a steadying breath. Focus, Blake. You're here for a fresh start, not distractions.
Her resolve faltered when her gaze landed on a cluster of anti-Faunus posters plastered on a nearby wall. The harsh words and crude illustrations stung, and her frown deepened. She looked around, noticing a few Faunus individuals in the crowd, their body language cautious and subdued.
It wasn't new to her, but it always felt like a punch to the gut.
As she turned away from the posters, a stray thought crept into her mind.
"What if Roxas knew?" She wondered. "What if he knew I wasn't human… and didn't care?"
The thought was oddly comforting, and despite herself, a slight smile tugged at her lips. Roxas had an air about him—like he didn't belong anywhere in particular. Maybe someone like that wouldn't be bound by the prejudices she so often encountered.
The idea lingered as she continued walking, weaving through the lively streets of Vale. Her smile faded when she remembered how little she knew about him. He was a mystery, and yet he had managed to make her feel safe in a way she hadn't felt in a long time.
Blake sighed and straightened her shoulders. Enough daydreaming. There were things she needed to figure out—places to settle, people to meet. But as she walked, she couldn't help but hope, in some distant corner of her mind, that Roxas might cross her path again.
Danke to those who get this far. And if there are any more mistakes I made probably has to do with the fact I uploaded this off the app rather than the website itself