BONUS ROUND 4 - FOOD

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In this round, we want to see prompts inspired by food!

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PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]

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FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]

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PROMPT: TEAM OC

[scallioncreamcheesebagel]

Finding food while stranded in a remote location

FILL: Team RWBY

[hopelessgemini]

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

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“Well, there’s no choice. We’re gonna have to eat Cinder.”

Cinder ng keeping her from actually doing it is the disapproving glare Winter sends her.would have kicked Weiss in the head, were it not for Winter’s disapproving stare. Six years since they stopped talking to each other and she’s still licking her fucking boots. “Not helping,” she says instead. “Have we tried literally any of the plants?”

Weiss scowls at her. “We have no idea if any of them are poisonous to us, but sure, be my guest.”

“I saw mice eating them. I saw birds eating them. And lo and behold, they were fine.”

Winter chooses now to chime in. “We have no way of knowing if humans have even been here at all. It can’t hurt to try.” She looks up to the sun, shielding her eyes. “We still have to find the others.”

Cinder bites back a groan. What she really wants is to get Winter alone and finish her murder attempt, but apparently that’s ‘petty revenge for a bad breakup’ and ‘antithetical to their survival’. She was hoping being dragged into the endless void by her throat would have done it, but evidently not.

“Right,” Weiss says, “well, I’m going to keep looking for my sword. You two can do — whatever it is you do.”

Winter makes a small noise of protest when she goes to stand up. Weiss gives her a Look, soft but significant, and smiles when Winter lets go of her arm. Cinder pretends to throw up in her mouth.

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Left alone with Cinder for the first time in about a day, Winter finds that the urge to kill her has somewhat died down. She watches her pull up fistfuls of grass with her still-pulsing Grimm arm and counts each place where the scars poke out from under her eyepatch. It could almost be domestic, if it weren’t for the void incident.

They don’t talk to each other. Winter keeps checking her scroll — she made Weiss promise to send her periodic updates — and catching Cinder looking over curiously, but they don’t talk. It’s strange enough to be in the same few feet as each other, after all these years.

Right as the sun is dipping below the horizon, she gathers enough courage to say, “I wish you hadn’t done that.”

“Done what?” Cinder says dismissively. “I’ve done a lot of things. You’ll have to be more specific.”

Winter opens her mouth to answer and finds that she can’t. There’s still so much grief in her, clinging to the inside of her ribs, and Cinder — and Cinder —

“If you start crying again I’m going to put you down like a dog,” Cinder says.

They spent their first few hours on this stupid fucking island thrashing around in the surf, trying to strangle each other. Winter is still so weak, and she hurts so much. She closes her eyes briefly, willing herself to breathe, and says, “Any of it.”