( ren sits barechested, his shirt wrapped around his head to keep the sun off. his legs are crossed, his eyes closed.
?????
at least he's not dead... maybe? someone should probably check on him. )
PHASE II: SAND
( he's... not a fan of the ride, to be charitable, but he makes use of it all the same. the desert is a travail leaving him desperately unhappy. already, the sun is causing his skin to burn a crisp red and peel — starting with the tip of his nose. when his hair falls away from the nape of his neck, spikes of paler skin peek through, patches left untouched by the three suns.
he could have walked for days and gotten nowhere. this cuts down this trip. he doesn't mind pink all that much, although he'd be okay without the teddy bear in the back seat.
watching him.
staring at him.
occasionally shifting.
yeuch.
the one thing no one expects while driving a barbie dream car through an alien desert though? a back-end collision. his vehicle lurches forward abruptly and the wheels screech, meeting more sand than they had anticipated. craning his neck, ren peers over his shoulder to gaze his assailant in the eyes. )
Ah.
PHASE III: UMMM
Nora.
( nora valkyrie isn't actually here, plot twist — but ren sees her, and so does everyone else who happens by. she's bouncing around in the pool. loudly, happily, nakedly.
ren's bare from the waist up again but for a very different reason. shirt in hand, he waves it, his agitation genuine and the pin his gesticulation spins on. )
Please put this on.
PHASE IV: TEARS OF AN ORPHAN
( his wish hadn't been said out loud — in fact, he hadn't even intended to make one, but thoughts will act as they are wont to do. what results from his silent wondering is a cruel joke, unstringing ren's composure and causing his mouth to turn. dead autumn leaves crunch under his feet and for a square distance of about five feet across by five feet down is a cemetery on a cool day. grave markers stained with age lack names or dates. )
lie ren | RWBY
( ren sits barechested, his shirt wrapped around his head to keep the sun off. his legs are crossed, his eyes closed.
?????
at least he's not dead... maybe? someone should probably check on him. )
( he's... not a fan of the ride, to be charitable, but he makes use of it all the same. the desert is a travail leaving him desperately unhappy. already, the sun is causing his skin to burn a crisp red and peel — starting with the tip of his nose. when his hair falls away from the nape of his neck, spikes of paler skin peek through, patches left untouched by the three suns.
he could have walked for days and gotten nowhere. this cuts down this trip. he doesn't mind pink all that much, although he'd be okay without the teddy bear in the back seat.
watching him.
staring at him.
occasionally shifting.
yeuch.
the one thing no one expects while driving a barbie dream car through an alien desert though? a back-end collision. his vehicle lurches forward abruptly and the wheels screech, meeting more sand than they had anticipated. craning his neck, ren peers over his shoulder to gaze his assailant in the eyes. )
Ah.
Nora.
( nora valkyrie isn't actually here, plot twist — but ren sees her, and so does everyone else who happens by. she's bouncing around in the pool. loudly, happily, nakedly.
ren's bare from the waist up again but for a very different reason. shirt in hand, he waves it, his agitation genuine and the pin his gesticulation spins on. )
Please put this on.
( his wish hadn't been said out loud — in fact, he hadn't even intended to make one, but thoughts will act as they are wont to do. what results from his silent wondering is a cruel joke, unstringing ren's composure and causing his mouth to turn. dead autumn leaves crunch under his feet and for a square distance of about five feet across by five feet down is a cemetery on a cool day. grave markers stained with age lack names or dates. )
That's-
Pretty morbid.