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Of course her name was Winter. If there was a God, their primary objective seemed to be sending women named after seasons to break his heart. I mean, yeah. I guess I just like being surrounded by snow and pricks with sticks up their asses. It was no surprise that Winter Schnee liked to be in control. It was also no surprise that Qrow was more than happy to oblige. Ironwood: What do you want, Qrow? Qrow: How did you know it was me? Ironwood:Most real birds don't smell like a bar. You fuckers are all like this, but you're worst of them all. She's fucking brilliant, and you shove her away in the Stealth department just so you can benefit from her last name without her actually knowing what you're up to. None of you actually take her seriously, when she's probably the best damn Huntress Atlas has had in a long time. And she just takes it, because she feels like she has to make up for everything her family has done. And that's the worst part. She blames herself for everything because she doesn't realize that you're taking advantage of her. Qrow: I don't want you to feel like you're building your future around me, like you did with everyone else. Winter: No, you're right. I want to build it with you. We'll make our own circumstances ourselves, together. It did not help her case for why she was so eager to have sex with Qrow. Winter: What is this, a date? Qrow: A date? Nah, I think I'm too old to go on dates. Just take it as a "Compensation for getting you in trouble with your boss" or as a "Kinda sorry, Ice Queen", or my personal favorite, "Quality time with your favorite person to make up for your recent and unwarranted frustrations". Or some bullshit like that. Winter: Do your nieces know how much of a creepy old man their uncle is? Qrow: Does your boss know how much you actually like hanging out & sleeping with "creepy ol' me"? No fighting, no hunting, no military. Just two stupid emotional people having a fun time out on a date. Probably a dream about living in a distillery with free refills for his flask, or maybe a nightmare where the Kingdoms have enacted worldwide prohibition of alcohol. She pries herself from the warm, comfortable mattress (now held securely in a reinforced bedframe after an unfortunate incident) and pads over to the kitchenette. Oh wait, something's wrong and she should probably find out what it is. She lost her train of thought for a sex-...for a second there. How is it that I grew up poor and you grew up owning most of Atlas and somehow you’re the one who had a deprived childhood? He likes seeing her out of uniform, she looks damn good in civilian clothes, genuinely beautiful, while in her uniform she just looks exceptionally fuckable. Can you please keep it down? I would prefer to be able to do things without hearing you do things. Winter: What happened to your little speech about General Ironwood turning his back on Ozpin? Qrow: Oh, that? We cleared that up. Turns out, Jimmy was just dumber than he looks. We can just glare at each other from across the table to cover up the sexual tension while you complain about how much you hate me. To make matters worse, he hears the bathroom door opening right as the realization hits him. So, Qrow defaults into the most basic survival instinct he knows. In an instant, his body is compressed into a tiny, feathered frame, and as Winter emerges with her hair wrapped in a towel he can only manage a startled squawk. Winter decides that this must be what purgatory is like- waking up every few weeks in a different room but in the same situation, always reluctant bedfellows with a man she despised but couldn’t seem to get away from. Winter: What happened last night? Qrow: The usual. I think we one-upped ourselves this time, though. You’re gonna need a new couch. And resurface some of the walls. And don’t quote me on this, but I think the bed is slightly tilted Memories of the night before spring unbidden to her mind. She breathes deeply and makes a calculated, tactical choice. It is either this or homicide and hurriedly flinging the corpse into a ravine. Off comes the shirt. Qrow Branwen was a better irritant than pepper spray. Qrow: When this happens again, wherever it happens- you make omelettes, I make whatever I can cobble together from the contents of the fridge. Or minibar, if it comes to that. Deal? Winter: Deal. Just so we’re clear, I’m only in this for the bacon. This wasn't a jealousy type of thing, this was a "you-sniped-my-friend-right-in-front-of-my-eyes" thing, which was perfectly rational. Perfectly. Rational. "Winter, would you like to go on a date? Seeing as the world isn't currently in danger and I'm not cursed and affiliated with some of the most dangerous people in the world- both good and bad." In spite of all of his affairs with countless women, Winter stood out in his mind as the kind of woman who would be difficult for him to deal with but one that he could have something real with. Winter: Well then who are you attracted to? Qrow: You really want to know the answer to that? Winter: Do you honestly think that I'd ask that question if I didn't want to know the answer? Qrow: I've liked a lot of women, I've been with a lot of women... but there is only one woman that I actually am attracted to. Winter: And who is that? Qrow: I don't think you'll like it... Winter: ... Qrow: I may not always find you to be easy to deal with, Ice Queen, but I am attracted to you. And what kind of man am I exactly? Charming? Handsome? Good in bed? Not like Jimmy knows anything about the last one. He's not my type. When he did remember it, though, it was fun. They'd watch some dumb cartoon or something and drink as increasingly silly things happen. Then somehow one of them would start cuddling the other and suddenly whoops there goes your pants, dunno how that happened. Qrow: How did you know that one was me, anyway? Winter: Simple. You're the only bird that stares back at me, among a few other things. And so it was that their superiors/friends would send them on "top-secret-no-you-cannot-bring-your-nieces-along-Qrow-and-no-killing-each-other" missions in the middle of nowhere. Qrow: I already have kids. Winter: Wait, you have children? Legitimate I hope? Winter: Even though you were...adequate...there's no way I can ever see you and I at the altar. Qrow: Good enough for me. Like I'd ever want to raise whatever Schneespawn that emerges from you. Winter: Does this meet your approval, sir? Qrow: Perfect. Only thing that would make this better would be if a hot woman was sharing a drink with me. Winter: Even if I wasn't working, that will never happen. Qrow: Who said I was asking you to join me, anyway?" Shh shh shh...no one likes spoiled ice cream... Qrow's world is beat up and torn around the edges. But when Winter smiles, it isn't as bad. Winter: Are you out of your mind?! You could've costed me my job with what you just did!

Qrow: "Could have". I'm guessing that means that you still have one? Of course, I remembered the vibrator but not my damn weapon. Qrow: Do you mind opening this door? Winter: I have half a mind to run you over with this car. Qrow: And maybe that other half apparently wants me inside you as soon as possible. Winter: Unfortunately for you, that side is losing right now. Qrow: But you're not denying that it exists. Winter: Oh, you're just full of yourself. Qrow: Actually, you're full of me right now. Gambling is a waste of time & money anyways, and only one of those is an infinite source for me. But yes, I do have two siblings. One of whom I love to death and the other I...tolerate. Qrow: At least I'm not the one who banged the guy their boss hates the most in his office. Winter: You're joking. Qrow: Poor Jimmy's going to need a lot of disinfecting wipes. Winter: Qrow! Winter: Come on, you've seen me smile plenty of times. Qrow: You're right. I remember it well. When you smiled, the whole place lit up, and you were the prettiest girl in the room. Hunters are heroes. They fight Grimm, but the real monsters aren't the Grimm. They're people. A real hero is someone who'd do anything for the world, even if he becomes the enemy of the world. Look, I know we don't exactly get along, but tonight should be a happy night. We saved a kingdom and kicked Grimm ass, so i'm not leaving until I see you smile like everyone else! Taiyang: Are you serious, Qrow? You have a kid? Qrow: Yes. Taiyang: Legitimate? Qrow: ...No. Qrow: When I said I can't be there for her, I mean ever. Taiyang: So what are you going to do then? Walk out of your child's life like your sister? Weiss: If Ivory is my sister's kid...that would mean that I'm actually her aunt! I'm not even of legal age yet! I'm too young to be someone's aunt! Yang: Now that I think about it, my uncle's daughter would make me and Ivory cousins. Well what do you know! We're somewhat related, Weiss! Weiss: That's even WORSE! Ruby: Even though Uncle Qrow is technically not my uncle by blood, I'm glad to be, in a weird way, related to you, Weiss! Weiss: Easy for you to say! You're still young and have so much to live for! I'm now the old bag of the family that never got a chance to get married! Blake: You're seventeen not seventy. Qrow: How about instead of yelling at me half of the time, you get Jimmy here to stop plunging knives into people's backs? Glynda: Because he's not the one producing bastard offsprings here. How many other women have you slept with without protection? Qrow: Easy for you to say. You always have your rich father to fall back on. You've had a safety net since the day you were born. I don't have that luxury. I've got so many damn screws loose,what woman would be willing to put up with a broken mess like me? Winter: This one. Where the hell did that ice cream bitch go? Qrow: You do realize how much you're giving up to not live with papa, don't you? Why in the hell would you choose me, the guy who doubted your mental disability, over your filthy rich grandfather? Ivory: It is true that papa is wealthy, and it's true that you haven't been understanding of my disability...but there was one reason why I decided to stay here. You make mommy happy. Jet: What are you even doing here? Ivory: I came to catch up with the family. Though it looks like you haven't changed a bit, you little brat. Jet: You're just lucky you're dad's favorite! Ivory: Trust me, he doesn't. Maybe now with the old man six feet under, they can finally be a respectable company. Qrow: I don't believe it! I'm going to be a grandfather before Tai! Someone remind me to call him later so I can rub it in his face! Winter: That's wonderful, Ivory! I can't believe how grown up you've become! Ivory: Thanks, mom! Qrow: Just promise us one thing. Ivory: What is it? Qrow: Don't keep this a secret from Rosso. Winter: *smacks Qrow behind the head* Winter: Where did you get that whiskey? Qrow: I found it in a stash Winter: What stash? No one here has a stash. Qrow: Now that I think about it, I did find it in a weird spot. It was in a room full of food and other drinks. Winter: That's...the pantry. Qrow: Oh, is that what it was? Sorry, I'm not used to what you rich people have. Winter: I hate you. Ruby: We're gonna be here for a while. Weiss: I was afraid of that... Ruby: Why? Do you need to get back to your company? Weiss: Oh, no. My company is in safe hands. It's Qrow and Winter being in the same building for an entire day that has me worried. Winter: What do you want, Qrow? Qrow: Nothing. Just enjoying watching you flail around like a crazy person. Winter: I'm not crazy. Qrow: Sure. And I stopped drinking. Qrow: And I wonder if Klein still has some of those old holiday photos. Those were some pretty embarrassing accidents. Winter: Let it go. Let. It. Go. Qrow: Can't hold it back anymoooore~ Qrow: Hey, Firecracker. Yang: S'up, Qrow. Qrowski. Qrowsicle. Qrowseidon. King of the Qrowcean. Qrowtato chip. Qrowtein shake. Qrow-yo. Qrowfessor. Qrow: You done? Yang: Sorry, I have like years of these stored up...Qrowboat. Qrow: How are you? Yang: My hangover is killing me, thanks for asking. Qrow: I didn't ask about your hangover. Yang: I know. Because if you did, your response would be- Qrow and Yang: Welcome to the club! Qrow: I'll be with you every step of the way... Qrow: ...in your pants. Get it? Cause' your scroll is in your pants po- Winter: QROW! Qrow: I just hate yoga, it's nothing but poses. Winter: It's to relax the body and ease stress. Qrow:Liquor does the same. Winter: Without giving you a hangover. I refuse to leave my partner wounded on the battlefield. No matter what you say, Qrow, I'm staying here and I'm keeping your lousy, drunk, and sexist ass safe. Why does everything the Schnee family own have to be white? I swear it's almost like they have a fetish for the damn color. You gonna look for your necklace or are you just gonna keep on staring at my ass like you haven't seen enough of it last night? She was an heiress and a subordinate of Ironwood, and he...he was Qrow. She knew she wanted it, but she couldn't just have sex with her sister's best friend's uncle. Winter Schnee wasn't a Christmas present. She wasn't an enticing package easily opened by delicate hands. Winter Schnee was an egg. Winter: And here I was, under the impression that you had no standards... Qrow: Oh, I have standards... Winter: It seems you do. A- Will you not care about them hitting rock bottom? and B- Are they low enough that it will fall into bed with you? Qrow: Tell me, when old Jimmy needs his rod polished, do you use lotion or your own spit? Because using your own spit doesn't really seem like a "Schnee" thing to do...improper and all that. Winter: If we were'nt in a public place- Qrow: You'd show me exactly how you do it? Qrow: C'mon, you never answered me. Was six too low or too high? Winter: I do not "stuff" my bra. Qrow: Really? Can you prove that? Winter: Only in your most pathetic dreams... Qrow: You're giving me permission to dream about your tits? Winter: You're a pig. Qrow: Hey, I just figured saving your ass earned me a little squeeze. Winter: You're such a child. Can't you focus on the task at hand? Qrow: Well...until a couple seconds ago, the task in my hand was your ass, so...no. Winter: I don't know what you think you're implying- Qrow: I imply that you fuck your boss. Qrow: Why don't you just fuck someone he doesn't like? That'll get his attention. Winter: Like who? You? Qrow: Sure. Winter: You're pathetic. Qrow: I mean, I'm not the one who can't get laid, so... I'm just like him...drowning in my sorrow...except he does it with liquor. I'm doing it with him. Winter: I don't want to hear about "how it usually goes". Qrow: Why? Are you jealous of them, Winter? Winter: What?! Don't be ridiculous! What reason would I have to be jealous of... Qrow: The women with low enough standards to fall into bed with me? Qrow: Fuck, you're beautiful... Winter: You're...not hideous. The Huntsman found himself thinking about Winter Schnee more than he cared to admit. Most of the time that she occupied his thoughts were when he was drunk or having sex. Which applies double for when he was having drunken sex. Qrow:: You're covered in mud, sweat, and blood. You do need a shower. Winter: And your hair is greasy, you need to shave that scruff off your face, and you smell like cheap booze and whores. Qrow: Mmm. The whores were cheap, but the booze was not, I assure you. Tomorrow, I'll sober up and keep looking...that asshole....who stabbed...Blaine? Blair? Qrow: You said I could sleep here. Winter: And you may. There's a couch in the living room. Qrow: On the bed. Winter: That generous offer expired two weeks ago. Winter: That's General to you, Branwen. Qrow: Remember when you used to call me that? Winter: I distinctly try my hardest to repress those memories. Qrow: Am I that hard to forget? Winter: You were extraordinarily terribly if I recall correctly. Qrow: The stains in my sheets always told a different story. Qrow let himself drown in the feeling and taste for a moment longer before he remembered that as much as Drunk Winter might be enjoying this, Sober Winter would kill him. Winter: Weiss is going to be here any second and you thought today would be the perfect day to sneak into my bedroom?! Qrow: Trust me, I've thought of doing it on more than one occasion, today was the day I acted on that thought. Winter: I was thinking that today would be the day that we should talk about this. Qrow: "This" meaning? Winter: The baby. Qrow: I'm not nearly drunk enough for that. Qrow: I have an idea. Winter: And what would that be? Qrow: We should move in together. Winter: Qrow- Qrow: I'm being serious, Winter. Can't you imagine it? Living together? Wouldn't it be much more convenient for the both of us? I know it's a big step and I know you'll have to tell James but don't the pros outweigh the cons? Winter: You know I'll have to think about it. But did you ever think that you'd be asking a woman to move in with you? Qrow: No. Then again I never thought that I'd be lucky enough to call you mine. Qrow: Don't you dare touch her. Jacques: Get your hands off me. You aren't a part of this house, this family-- Winter: Yes, he is. If Qrow isn't a Schnee, then neither are you. Didn't you become a Schnee through marriage? Jacques: If you tell anyone about this unsuitable arrangement, I will make the rest of your days miserable. Qrow: Listen here, mustache. If you even lay a finger on my wife...I will kill you. Qrow: It's fine. We still have five minutes before the late bell. Winter: Five-! Qrow! We have to go immediately! What kind of teachers would we be showing our students that it's acceptable to be late? Qrow: Normal...teachers...? Winter: Sir, please, I could really help with the repairs and- Ironwood: That is out of the question. You need to take care of yourself, Commander, and the baby. Winter: You're right. Qrow: Great, I'm glad you can agree with the general, but not your husband. Qrow: Hey, talk to me. Winter: I don't know what to talk about. Qrow: Weiss. Tell me about Weiss. Winter: She was such an ugly baby. Winter thought about it, despite it being Qrow, she could admit that he can match her dancing pretty well. Hell, he wasn't even that bad looking either. Muscular, lean, with a mature looking face. Plus the rumors of how good he was in bed... No, bad Winter, stop. He thought that Winter would be safe. He would have married her and would have started a life with her and gave Yang and Ruby little cousins. They would of had everything- she wasn't supposed to leave him, not like this. This wasn't how things were meant to happen. She was never supposed to leave him behind. She wasn't supposed to love anyone. Maidens were supposed to be unattached and he had ruined that for her. He was brilliant, however unassuming. If Winter was a force to be reckoned with, Qrow was quite a storm. She wondered what would have happened if she had said yes. Said yes to him, said yes to staying. She wondered where she would be, what her life would be like. She imagined that she would be a huntress, and that they would have a child by now. She clenched the ring in her fist. No, she liked her life. She loved the military, loved what she did, loved feeling the exhilaration that being in command gave her. She was meant for this life. But, she thought, rolling the ring between her fingers, that didn't mean that she wasn't allowed to regret. Winter: It's about time you showed up. Qrow: Me?! I've been here since yesterday! Winter: What?! So have I! Where were you? Qrow: I was here! Well, there might have been a while at night where I was passed out on the floor. But I was here! Winter: I can not believe you! Qrow: Gee, what a pretty picture. It's nice waking up and seeing a beautiful, sunlit woman- Winter: Instead of the bottom of an empty bottle? Qrow: That one actually hurt, Schnee. Winter: You'll live. How was he supposed to know that metronomes didn't transform into more practical crescent shapes for difficult notes? Obviously those...those...key-thingies and um...string-wingies were significantly less intuitive than weaponry. After all, underneath that flashy name and that textbook exterior, his suspicions were confirmed. The girl that acted flawless in truth wasn't that different from him. She was broken in her own way, even if she hid it well. Winter Schnee was his weakness. Winter Schnee was his strength. Winter Schnee would surely consume him until there was nothing left. Winter: Hold your tongue, you have a deal. Qrow: You sure? I thought you liked my tongue? Winter: I do. But I'm planning on being the one to make you lose control this time. Qrow: Then I'm looking forward to it. Winter: If you knew what I was, and still am, and what I've done, then why haven't you ended me yet? Qrow: Everyone deserves a second chance. Winter: I don't deserve a second chance. Qrow: Well, too bad, Ice Queen, you're getting as many second chances as it takes. I will continue to love you until you love yourself, or until you finally kill me. Weiss: He beat me and the others to you when we got here. It was over so fast that we didn't even get a chance to help that much. He was...somewhat terrifying. I've never seen Ruby's uncle so furious before. But the way he held you in his arms afterwards. It was... I honestly have never thought that a brash, rude, walking liquor keg like Qrow could be so tender. Winter: Where is he? Weiss: I kicked him out. Being a Hunter, I've lost people I know, people I've worked with. Friends and even family. But you're on a whole different category, Winter. Not even the best goddamn whiskey on Remnant can make me forgive myself if I ever lost you. Don't keep a lovely girl like her waiting, Qrow. She'll be leaving very soon and you wouldn't want to miss your chance for a bit of a tussle in the sheets, now would you? Qrow is many things. A badass huntsman, a drunk, a loving uncle, a skirt chaser, some things that can't be said in a T-rated story, and many others. Qrow: So, what brings you here to the first year dorms? Ozpin: I believe you know what brings me here, Qrow. Qrow: I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, Oz. I've just been hanging out with my favorite nieces all day. Ozpin: So you would deny putting laxatives in my coffee and falsely put up "Out of Order" signs on all the bathrooms in the campus? Qrow: Sorry, Oz. I don't have any idea what you're talking about. But it sounds to me like you're having a shitty day today... Perhaps you should just re-lax if you're going to act all stuffy. Glynda: Perhaps a night out with a nice girl will do some good reigning in your more...eccentric hobbies. You need to get out of the school more often anyway. Ozpin: Glinda, I think you are completely delusional. Besides, I haven't thought this through at all. I have no eccentric hobbies. Glynda: No eccentric hobbies my ass. You know...adult things that relieve tension? Ozpin: ??? Glynda: Sex, Ozpin. I'm talking about sex. He was often prey to feelings of horror and sickness over the atrocities he had seen committed by the Grimm, to feelings of regret over the lives he had failed to save. And sometimes, although he would never admit it to anyone but himself, to far more complicated feelings about a certain Schnee heiress. He found in her an equal. She had an intuitive sense for Hunting, a tongue as sharp as his own, and a wit just as quick and often quicker. The shell of sophistication she wore suited her, and while he loved it for what it was, he also loved to tease her so that it would crack. Underneath there was dry humor, cutting sarcasm, a heart that was slow to let anyone in but quick to defend those she loved, and a fierce anger that he was careful to avoid provoking. Qrow had been rejected before, but he had his team to prop him up then. He had fallen for Winter harder and faster than for anyone in his life, and he simply didn't know if he would be able to handle the pain. He was broken already. He considered to trying once more, but decided to give up. There was no point in trying to find balance with the world when the world itself was out of balance.His best friend was gone, and he had to figure out how to deal with that. Well, he corrected himself mentally, Nora is my best friend, but she's...Nora. She's different. He didn't waste time trying to figure out what that different meant, exactly, but let it go at that. Emmett: Look, if you say you're alright and happy, I'll play along until I see things get worse. Willow: They won't. Actually...we're trying to have another baby now... Emmett: Spare me the thoughts of your sex life. Jaune Arc. The nobody who had cheated his way into Beacon. The fool who could barely hold a sowrd, whose skill had placed him in the same threat level as a newborn puppy. Whose naive, friendly smile was matched only bu his determination to get knocked on his ass, and his total cluelessness towards the opposite sex. Qrow had a special way of getting on her nerves. In the rigid world she had ever known ever since she had come out of her mother's womb, people knew how to behave themselves. Superiors ordered, subordinates knew to obey, and peers were professional. Qrow flaunted boundaries that would get most people thrown on their ass with nary a care in the world. He threw her off balance. She didn't like it, but like a moth pulled to a flame, she found herself drawn into his presence more often than not. Qrow: Do you believe me now? Winter: Oh, I'm sorry, were you trying to prove a point? I was too busy cleaning up another one of your messes to notice. Qrow: That's why I keep you around, Ice Queen. Certainly not for her looks or personality, or those legs... Winter: My eyes are up here, Branwen. Qrow: You want me to be a teacher here? Ozpin: That is what I said. Qrow: C'mon Glynda, you hate me and my shriveled up liver too much to be this...amiable. CFVY, eh? You must be Ozpin's favorite. Jeez, Raven, you really need to lay off the cheesecake. The first thing you notice about this so-called professional you're supposed to shadow is that he snores like a pig. You board the airship expecting to meet tall, dark and brooding; the expert hunstman with a tortured soul. Instead, you get a pile of off-black liquor-soaked rags doing their best impression of a sawmill. She took a step forward into his personal space. He didn't move, he only stared. The only time she was ever this close to him was when she was trying to strangle him. Qrow: You're trying to talk to me. You're being deliberate. Did Ironwood order you to make peace or some stupid shit like that? Winter: The General gave me no orders. I simply wanted to- Qrow: Wanted to what, princess? To start a fight before it begins? We're like a bomb, sweetheart- too many chemicals in a closed space. Light the fuse, you're already done. The first time they met, there were fireworks. Or sparks. Depends on who's telling the story. And how drunk they were at the time. No matter the circumstances though, Winter Schnee and Qrow Branwen would always end the story the same way. "It was a mistake, but knowing everything I do now, there is nothing in the world I wouldn't give to make the same mistake again." Winter: Okay? What the hell does "Okay" mean?! Qrow: "Okay" means "let's get hitched". I mean, why not? We're together right now. Neither of us had ever much use for priests, so we don't have to worry about that. And...I just so happen to have a ring on me. Qrow: Miss Winter Schnee, are you prepared to accept my token of affection, along with a handsome, roguish new husband, and a much better surname? Here lies Qrow Branwen, A Hunter, Died in the act of saving Fort Vale. A loving husband to his wife, Winter Branwen, and a good man with a better sense of humor. Mortally wounded by the last bullet of the bandit, Roman Torchwick. But although the bullet did most of the work, In the end, it was the drink that killed him. Qrow: How about, instead of talking to me like you hate my guts, you talk to me like you would to your friends. Winter: General Ironwood is my only friend. Qrow: Oookay, I'm gonna go ahead and take charge of this conversation before it gets any more depressing. Winter:You're drinking already? Honestly, Branwen, how have you managed to survive this long? Qrow: My Semblance allows me to break down alcohol and add the resulting energy directly to my Aura. Winter: Really?! Qrow: No, stupid. I just drink a lot. Winter: I mean it, Qrow. That sex was a one time thing. Qrow: Who are you trying to convince? Me or you? Their father leaned in and read the title of their power point: "Why You Should Let Us Get The Fuck Out" Tai: And don't do anything stupid! Yang: I'll make sure Ruby doesn't. Tai: I was talking to you, Yang. Weiss: Tell me, what's your grandfather's name? Jaune: Oh, uh. He's dead. Weiss: Let me rephrase that, what was your grandfather's name? Jaune: Eldir, Eldir Arc. Weiss: -So that's where he's from, a family of idiots- It was nice every now and then to have some alone time, but without Qrow, there was just something that didn't feel right. Light something was off... Before Nora could open the door to use the toilet, Pyrrha could hear the sound of constant gagging and saw two people on their knees behind one of the bathroom stalls. Pyrrha: Nope. However, Ruby wasn't the only one staring at the entrancing sight. The blonde and Qrow stared as well, seemingly mesmerized by the sight. Even though Qrow had seen Winter's fangs a million times already, it never got old. There was a certain sparkle to them which he found captivating. Winter: Do mot concern yourself with me. Qrow is by my side and you have your team and the academy as allies. If an attack like that happens again, you will have prepared reinforcements. Ruby: How's he doing? Winter: He's Qrow. Ruby: Makes sense. It didn't take long for her to feel lonely without his presence. She was never used to being completely alone. Qrow was usually always with her, so it was an odd feeling, especially since she'd grown accustomed to everything about him. Years ago, he had vowed to protect Winter. Presently, that was unspoken since it went without saying. Although Winter doesn't have a duty to protect Qrow, he knew she'd do the same. Qrow: Are we going to kill her? We've been looking around for days. I want to make this worth it. Winter: I don't know about kill. More like...punish. Qrow: Sounds kinky.

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