Qrow + Harbinger -âThe Greatest Kingdomâ (RWBY 7x01)
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Qrow + Harbinger -âThe Greatest Kingdomâ (RWBY 7x01)
Qrow: Donât James-out about it.
James: Did you just use my name as a verb?
Glynda: Oh, yeah, we do that when youâre not around. âJames-out:â to overthink. See also âJames-up.â âJames-up:â to overthink with disastrous consequences. For example, âBilly Jamesed-up when he-â
James: All right, I get it
Qrow: Here *presses shiny paperclip into hand*
Clover: ermmmm..
Qrow: Its a paper clip
Clover: .. t-thank you??
Qrow: *smiling* ur welcome
Qrow, lying awake in bed:
hoooollyyyyy fUCK I GAVE HIM A PAPERCLIP WHATTHEFUCKISWRONGWITHME
NOW I CANT TELL HIM IMMA BIRD CAUSE HE'LL KNOW!!! FUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuu-
(my theory as to why qrow hasn't done a transformation around the ace ops yet)
fair game week day 4 birds/soulmates
hmmmâŚbirb
aharbingerofmisfortuneâ:Â
Qrow had just returned from helping the Ace Ops and the kids out on the tundra, came back to report in. He shuttered at the thought, never in his wildest dreams did the man ever think heâd be working with the Atlas military much less James Ironwood himself. By the brothers he hated this and just as he was ready to slam open the door to throw his distaste of the situation and how he felt about it, the sound of low humming was coming from the slightly ajar door to the office he was headed to.
A dark brow raising in question. Sure he hated the military and that cloud 9 ego of James, but moments like this had the harbinger pausing and rethinking. At least considering James was actually more human than the Atlas tech that had littered the generals body.
Slowly Qrow opened the door a bit more making sure to keep it quiet, but of course his semblance had other ideas. The door creaked just as Qrow was letting go to lean against the closed side of the door. A hand going to his face, dragging down at his own idiocy thinking he could sneak up on the other. Mulled red eyes glanced over like he hadnât just made a scene. âDonât think Iâve ever heard ya hum let alone sing and in some other language?â
James stops singing, straighten and turns in chair to look at Qrow, but he doesnât seem to mind interruption, even if he didnât expect to have any audience. Nothing he would be ashamed of after all.
âGood evening to you too, Qrow. Well, yes. I donât do that often.â He simply admits with a light, uneven shrug, as his right shoulder followed about only half of the little movement his left did.
âItâs Mistrali. Or at least one of the dialects of the official language⌠I donât know exactly, youâd have to ask someone else.â Heâs not a linguist after all and Mistralâs complex culture can be confusing even to the experts.
âDid you want to report something?âÂ
Moving his hand to the back of his neck Qrow stood half hunched away from the door as he actually entered the room a bit more. Stuffing hands into his pockets as he often did he strolled into the room. âDidnât take you as one to like anything other than Atlas and Mantle.â He made the jab with the faintest hint of a smirk.
Offering a shrug back to James himself Qrow glanced towards the windows in the direction that heâd come from out in the tundra. âThings are goin smoothly for the most part, that Robyn Hill and her huntress squad seems to have backed off.â Brothers this drove him up a wall, even sober Qrow couldnât stand acting like an Atlisian military lackey.
They deserved better đ
BONUS+
Even while bleeding out profusely he can still make semblence jokes đŞâ¤
@aharbingerofmisfortuneÂ
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James must be feeling quite happy, if he starts humming quietly. It is rare to catch him singing in his low rumbling voice, much less in other language. Would be easier to catch him just relaxed, which already doesnât occur as often as it really should.
âćç菳ă犺ăŽĺ˝źćšă¸ ( Weâll sing to the sky ) éĽăćľăé˛ăŽĺăă㸠( To the distant flying clouds ) 澡ăčśăăŚčšă渥ăŁăŚ ( Across the sea, over the rainbow ) ĺăŤĺąăć§ăŤ ( So that it reaches you ) ĺ °ăĺăŁăŚćş˘ăăćłă ( Flowing thoughts break the weir ) ăă¤ăéăă夢ăŽĺą ĺ ´ćă§ ( In this dream weâll one day wake from ) çŹăĺăŁăŚăăăăć§ăŤ ( Weâll spin a tale ) éăç´Ąăă§ăă( that we can laugh at together )â
Qrow had just returned from helping the Ace Ops and the kids out on the tundra, came back to report in. He shuttered at the thought, never in his wildest dreams did the man ever think heâd be working with the Atlas military much less James Ironwood himself. By the brothers he hated this and just as he was ready to slam open the door to throw his distaste of the situation and how he felt about it, the sound of low humming was coming from the slightly ajar door to the office he was headed to.
A dark brow raising in question. Sure he hated the military and that cloud 9 ego of James, but moments like this had the harbinger pausing and rethinking. At least considering James was actually more human than the Atlas tech that had littered the generals body.
Slowly Qrow opened the door a bit more making sure to keep it quiet, but of course his semblance had other ideas. The door creaked just as Qrow was letting go to lean against the closed side of the door. A hand going to his face, dragging down at his own idiocy thinking he could sneak up on the other. Mulled red eyes glanced over like he hadnât just made a scene. âDonât think Iâve ever heard ya hum let alone sing and in some other language?â
It wasnât your fault. - It was though.
softly smiling birb đĽ°đ
Y'all remember this? Qrow has now entered the chat
super late but hereâs a very specific ship dynamic iâve been obssessed with recently
FAIRGAME WEEK 2020: Day 7 AU
hp au
Gryffindor Qrow &Â Hufflepuff Clover
Even if you are the luckiest man in the world, that doesnât mean you wonât get caught breeding a dragon egg secretly at midnight.
And patrolling in the forbidden forest with your boyfriend definitely dosenât count a punishment.
forever with you â¨
The Tinman lost his heart
The Lion lost his courage
And The Scarecrow....
Will lose his mind
happy birthday @seasomen!!! here's a qrow for you bro đđ
â {{ Fishermanofluck }}
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Calling this fight a hard battle was an understatement and Qrow knew it. He could feel that tingle of his semblance ready to cause problems, hopefully for the Grimm. However even with Clover as backup luck was not in his favor.
One tiny mistake and Qrowâs semblance went haywire on himself. Unable to get harbinger up in time to deflect the attack he was sent flying. The world was spinning and then nothing. He had hit the wall with such force it shattered his aura knocking him out on impact.
What should have hurt didnât in that nothingness his mind was no consumed by. It had taken a while for the huntsman to regain consciousness. As mulled red eyes slowly opened he could feel himself swaying slightly, legs around something soft stable and warm. He was being carried? On someoneâs back but whoâs? And why?
As the haze left him Qrow took notice of the scent coming from the other, the blurred white and blue of a jacket of some sorts. âWhere am I?...â His voice was hoarse and soft, and just after a groan escaped him when the pain from his shoulder and head set back in.