BONUS ROUND 5 - COLORS

[scallioncreamcheesebagel]

In this round, we want to see color prompts! You can upload a photo, you can describe a color, you can name a color, you can even post a hexcode!

Fills can be in any format, and you can fill your teammates prompts, but you cannot fill your own prompt. 

You can post as many fills and as many prompts as you want!

for your prompt post title, please use the following format:

PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]

for your fill post title, please use the following format:

FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]

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PROMPT: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS

[realxeyez]

Helping dye your partner's hair

FILL: Team RWBY

[hopelessgemini]

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

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Cinder’s hands are cold against the back of Winter’s head, and she’s being a little bit too rough with her but to be honest Winter doesn’t care; it’s been so long since they’ve touched that she’s practically melting anyway.

“I missed you,” she says to her reflection in the mirror.

Cinder’s reflection smiles. “I missed you too,” she says. There’s a cooling bruise on her cheek; the mission went on for so long that Winter’s roots are growing out and there’s a whole new map of scars on both of them. “Still going for white, yeah?”

“This would be a really bad time to change my plans,” she says, smiling too.

Cinder’s thumb runs along the back of her neck. Winter wants to lean into her, but that would be a bad idea. “Well, it really suits you, so there’s that.”

She hears this every time. Cinder knows the combination of the touch and the compliment makes her dissolve. Winter recognises this for what it is; an apology for being gone so long, a way of saying I love you. She closes her eyes while Cinder keeps working, thinking about how nice it is to have the most beautiful woman she’s ever met tell her that she thinks her hair looks nice.

God, she’s in deep. “I missed you,” she repeats. Cinder laughs.

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The dye comes out just as well as it always does. It feels a little bit like renewal, Winter thinks. She lies in bed next to Cinder and listens to her talk about each of her new scars, how she’s convinced she ran the length of Mistral over the course of her month away, how the fingers on her prosthetic are all damaged from clinging to burning glass.