Child of Omens: Ruination Part 2

Chapter 3: The Sheathed Blade

Pyrrha stands outside of the entrance to Hawk's room inside the large main tent of the Branwen camp. After returning from his mission to the White Fang outpost, Raven left Pyrrha in his care until he needed to go out for another mission.

Hawk: "You can come in." She hears from outside the small flap acting as his door.

Entering for the first time, Pyrrha marvels at the sight of his room. It's twice the size of the dorm they had at Beacon, neatly organized. At the back left of the room is his bed, rather large for just him, she thought. Next, a small workbench seems to have his gauntlet/brace set up and his mask. Across from it a shelf full of books, and in the center of the bookcase a small glass case with a set of journals. Next is a small dresser and makeshift closet for his clothing, and finally, a tiny tree is set next to his bed, the tree seems to be rather well-trimmed. Hawk sits on the floor in front of a small tea set. He gestures for Pyrrha to sit, she takes a seat in front of him across the small table.

Hawk: "Mother told me you had questions, so feel free to ask?"

Pyrrha: "What? No, "nice to see you"?"

Hawk: "I'm sorry." Taking a deep breath. "Sometimes, it is difficult for me to "realign myself" when I return from a mission. I don't think you realize how happy I am to see you awake, though. You had me quite scared there for a bit, the wounds you received were tough to handle, and at times I thought you would die."

Pyrrha: "I'm sorry as well. I never got to properly thank you for saving my life. This whole situation at the moment is quite something to handle. I just never realized the type of person you were until only moments ago when you returned. Of course, you were serious when you had to be, but this was beyond what you were at Beacon. I just needed a second to wrap my head around it all."

Hawk: "I get it. Seeing me and how I truly am is something entirely different from what you are used to. It is perfectly normal if your opinion of me changes because of it." Finishing making tea for them both.

Pyrrha: "No! Not at all!" Catching Hawk off-guard. "I-I mean, you are still the same person who came to Beacon and led our team. I was just caught off guard is all."

Hawk: "Hmm. Alright. So, do you have any questions?"

Pyrrha: "Well, I have some, but your mother has answered most of them. Uh...what were you doing back at Beacon?"

Hawk: "*sigh* Well, the real reason I went there the first time wasn't the reason I gave you. Originally, I was sent there to "spy" on Ozpin, Raven, and him haven't gotten along for a very long time. Seeing that I needed to improve my skills, my mother sent me there to train and assess his strengths and weaknesses. Now there are two reasons I came back. One was to complete my mission. Ozpin had a vault hidden underneath the school, I was charged with collecting valuable items he may have had stored there for the clan to use. The second reason was to well...save you and the rest of the team."

Pyrrha: "Oh, I remember the vault that's where he had Amber, the old Fall maiden before she..well died. Do you know if Nora and Ren made it out safely?"

Hawk: "I assisted them a bit before heading your way. I gave them a rendevous point for us to meet at when they get their bearings. Don't worry, I made sure they made it out."

A long silence followed as they both had trouble figuring out what to say to one another. After several minutes Hawk finally spoke up.

Hawk: "Uh, Pyrrha?"

Pyrrha: "Oh! Yes."

Hawk: "I believe there still may be some blood in my hair. Do you mind helping me clean it? You don't have to if you want."

Pyrrha: "I'd love to help."

Heading over to a side room, Hawk comes back with a small rag and a bucket of warm water. Setting it down, Pyrrha grabs the rag and begins to clean spots of his hair clumped up or have bits of dried blood attached. Unfortunately, as she cleans, the dye in his hair also begins to bleed through.

Pyrrha: "Hawk?" A tinge of fear in her voice.

Hawk: "Hmm?"

Pyrrha: "Is your hair supposed to be white?"

Hawk: "*chuckles* Yes, yes it is. That Pyrrha is my natural hair color. I've just had it dyed because it made me appear to look like a Schnee. Which is a kingdom filled with bandits is a terrible idea. You can continue. You've done nothing wrong." His voice was soothing, and it calmed her heart as she continued to clean his hair.

She became entranced by his natural hair, it felt so much more natural than his red hair, but it made him more intimidating. But he was right. Growing up looking like a Schnee in a camp full of bandits was just asking for trouble. Pyrrha began to slow down as she reached the part of his hair that touched his back. She could feel his toned back through the rag and the hair, all the muscles that he had worked to perfect so he could fight efficiently. She adjusted her legs as she began to feel a certain heat build-up in between them. She was so focused on his back that she had stopped her cleaning. Hawk didn't act like he didn't know what had happened to her. He could hear the sharper breathes she took as she applied the rag more heavily to his back, almost trying to touch him through the rag. Turning around slowly, she retracts her hand as he looks at her. Her face is beat red, and she expresses a tinge of shame.

Pyrrha: "I-I'm sorry."

But Hawk didn't listen, he knew what she was doing, and secretly he allowed her to do as she pleased. Reaching slowly, he grabs her hand that had the rag and places the rag into the bucket. Taking hold of her hand, he feels the softness of it, as though all those years of tournament fighting had done nothing to her hands. On the other end, Pyrrha could feel the rough texture, the calluses that had developed due to his training. The feeling of him treating her as gently as a flower in a warzone filled her heart with so much joy and love. Her body ached to be close to him. It longed for any form of affection, and in a moment of weakness, forced her to move. Hawk's mind raced as her lips forced their way onto his. He didn't know what to do. His mind told him to fight back, but another feeling, a feeling in the back of his head, told him to accept it. So he decided to do both.

Standing up, he wrapped his arms beneath her legs as he picked her up. At first, she didn't know what to do, but her body had taken complete control, and she was forced to watch and experience it all. She snaked her arms around his neck as Hawk continued to carry her to his bed. Laying her down, he could now feel the damp spot she had. But he didn't want to take something she wasn't comfortable giving up. What he wanted was never to leave this moment. As Hawk finally exited the kiss, Pyrrha looked up at him with both love and with lust.

Hawk: "I love you, Pyrrha Nikos." Wrapping them both in the covers of his bed.

Pyrrha: "*giggles* I know." Snuggling into his chest as they both fall asleep in each other's arms.