DISCLAIMER: RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth.

A/N: This is Hawk's fault for making me picture it. (Check out her "Vermeil Cendre" to see what I mean.) Then again, it's kind of my fault for making her see the possibility of Cinder/Tyrian even being a ship. I guess we're just kind of feeding into each other's madness at this point... *cackles*

~ The Wicked Fruit of Your Vine ~

That was... more difficult than I'd anticipated.

Tyrian stared down at the mess of blood and vitreous jelly which - sadly - did not stare back up at him from the palm of his hand. His gaze strayed downward to the girl sprawled on the forest floor in front of him.

Well. There's one more for the taking.

He knelt beside her once more, wiping his hand against the grass to rid it of the useless lump of gore before he returned to his task.

This time he was more careful of the manner in which he chipped away the surrounding bone after peeling away the soft tissue around the area. This time he was gentler when he lifted the delicate orb from its former place of residence.

His victim thrashed and groaned in pain as her aura attempted to repair the damage. She wouldn't be able to recover fully from it, not with the bits removed...

He grinned as an idea struck him.

With his free hand, Tyrian scooped up the remains of the imperfectly-excised organ and stuffed it back into its socket.

There. See if you can heal that.

His intention had never been to leave her blind. He was supposed to be bringing her back alive. Alive, but not necessarily intact.

As he'd said to Cinder: An eye for an eye.

~end~