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@qrowism
╳┆ therefore do NOT throw away your confidence, which has a great reward. for you have need of endurance, so that when you have done ≫the will of god≪ you may receive what is promised. for, “yet a little while, && the coming one will come && will not delay; but 「my righteous one 」 shall live by faith, && if he shrinks back, my soul has no pleasure in him.” but we are not of those who shrink back && are destroyed, but 【of those who have faith && preserve their souls.】
[ THANK YOU, OLD FRIEND. ]
║ℍEART OF STEEL.║
╚ You talk too much, yet say so little. Pretty black bird plucking your own feathers, doesn’t your tongue get tired from spitting your venom into your own wounds? Don’t your teeth get tired from your rotten feast? Doesn’t your heart get tired from drawing blood, from begging for sinful reprieve, crying for callous coronation, digging the grave deeper and deeper and deeper? Don’t you get tired at all, pretty black bird? When will you stop, when will you be satisfied? Perhaps when all your feathers are laying in a useless mound beneath your talons only then will you realize the torn up flesh is just that, it’s just you, it’s just flesh. It’s. Just. You.
╚ And you’re not fooling anyone.
╚ His tongue clicks. Just stares. Stares and stares and stares. Blood. Tracing from his shaking hands to the crook of his neck to the eyes that haven’t met his in what could be eons. Pressure. They don’t look at each other. They don’t have to. James knows that Qrow knows that James knows he’s full of shit.
╚ Darkness. Gods its dark, its smothering, it’s hot it’s heavy it’s rancid. It’s nice that at a certain point the body goes numb from pain in an attempt to save the mind its madness. Couldn’t go to that place, shouldn’t. Shut up. Address Qrow. Don’t let it under your skin, don’t let it under your skin, don’t let it under your skin. Don’t panic, please.
❝No no, Qrow, please do c-continue. If now is when you decide to be open and honest with me, then I’d like to lay down all our cards on the table. I guess we need this. Last time, the time before that, and every goddamn time before that didn’t go so well. Because you have a bad habit of going dark whenever it suits you.❞ ╝
╚ He breathes. Pushes it down. The bile. The bitter taste of sweat.
╚ The rolling sea and the grey clouds, Earth’s tempest is the one taking up space now, pressing its right hand to Qrow’s clavicle, fingers brushing the panicking pulse, ignoring all the warning signs, blatantly ignoring the warning signs. With zealous force James gives Qrow tangible passion. What real red wine tastes like, what it really means that he is here under the Commander’s touch. Addiction doesn’t even begin to cover it. Carelessness not quite. Still, silent. As cold as always, a hardened heart faces Qrow, eyebrows furrowed and brimstone drowning in the salt sore soaked in the sea. Always steady. James cannot be anything but. As eloquently as Qrow put it.
❝Don’t misunderstand on purpose, Qrow.❞ ╝
╚ James shifts, his knee seats itself on the edge of the cushion that Qrow calls his nest, allows him to lean over. Qrow is under him. This isn’t the first time. His flesh meets with Qrow’s side, the place where the Holy City is eclipsed. A fresh wound with scarlet clinging. It’s so hot it sets his fingers on fire. It’s been long, so long, so so long. A gentle caress. His fingers bring blood with them, the leftovers. It stabilizes him, pressed against the back of the couch like this.
╚ And he just stares. He’s being honest now. There’s no escape for the pretty little black bird.
❝I don’t care if you don’t believe me. Whatever it is you’re thinking up there, I don’t care. It doesn’t mean anything to me. What means something to me is your CARELESSNESS. Do you think I am afraid to say it again? I am not. You, you will hurt yourself Qrow. Even you cannot bounce back from everything. You’re not invincible. Neither of us were, are. Neither of us are invincible.❞ ╝
╚ Can’t help the way his flesh hand brushes hair from Qrow’s sweat-soaked forehead.
I need you. ❝Don’t go getting yourself killed.❞ I need you. ❝You’re not done yet.❞ I need you. ╝
IT IS BETTER TO ASK FORGIVENESS THAN PERMISSION.
Ξ DUSTY OLD CROW. Ξ
▌ Every follicle embedded in his skin stands at attention under the scrutinizing gaze. It is uncomfortable, to say the least, and knowing that it was his fault, a consequence of his outburst, made him wish he had sewn his maw shut before arrival at his nest. Permission is given to continue his venomous speech, but for once, he is at a loss for words. Where had his vile hatred gone? Had it shrunk back into whichever gutters it had emerged from in the corners of his mind? So much like a fish out of water, Qrow looks past the iron curtain with useless lips. This must be what dying feels like.
▌ And then his bubble of security is popped. He feels the cushion lean in favor of James, and he is inclined to this natural order, this tendency to move closer towards the other, to yield. Where fingers meet flesh, there is a pain that overshadows the lacerations sustained. Pain, now in the context of yearning, united charred crimson together with molten sapphire. Qrow meets his gaze. It is difficult not to, as his countenance is canted upwards. Now looking up, he feels reassured. There is hope that things will get better. This, too, was the natural order. How many second chances has he been bestowed? How many of those were gifts from Ironwood?
❝You’re right,❞ he concedes, ❝like always. I’m sorry.❞ ▄▀
▌ A weak, crooked smile. Carelessness in the face of the inevitable: it’s why he had nearly croaked today, and also why he had the gall to show up uninvited to this doorstep. In that sense, being careless both hindered and saved him. Even caged, the pretty little bird never felt more free. Steady hand is drawn forth, trailing a gossamer’s path along the ridges of sharp, pronounced cheek bones. It is not enough (when has it ever been?). Just like shots, a second addition always makes a happier camper. So it’s no surprise when Qrow’s other hand reaches out to trace along the general’s iron-set jawline. Drunk he is on this touch now, and he cannot be satiated. Warmth from human contact sets each nerve aflame, but they cannot reach his brain at the moment. That’s not where his mind is right now. Praying to Dionysus for assistance, to satisfy his thirst, he gingerly laps at his dry lips.
▌ Okay, stop that. No need to get desperate for the first human contact he’s had in weeks. The first person who shows tough love.
❝Killed? What are you talking about? We are practically immortal.❞ ▄▀
▌ An almost childish, ecstatic laugh rings in the air. They couldn’t die; he would not allow such a tragedy. For as long as they sat here, soaking in each other’s eternal youth, they could not be killed. Not until the world lost use for the two of them. A stray thumb caresses James’ lip, perhaps getting a little carried away. Perhaps forgetting that they were just two old fools, one a bleeding heart, and one quite literally bleeding.
❝I needed this, James,❞ he whispers, ❝and not just the patchwork, either.❞ ▄▀
EVERY DAY OUT THERE IS WORTH A WEEK IN THIS PLACE.
i don't have to send you a star symbol because i /am/ a star in your inbox *poses*
send me a ★ and I’ll just gush about you. I will straight up try to say everything I like about you and deserves praising.
║MAN AMONG MEN.║
╚ WHY ARE YOU HERE? WHY DO I TALK TO YOU? YOU’RE A LITERAL EMBARRASSMENT PLS I DON’T WANT TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH YOU I SWEAR I’M COOL.
╚ okay hands down, you’re my favorite writer. it’s like i’ve taken a bite of the golden apple, except it’s not just one apple it’s like the amount you’d find contained in an infinity stone. so i’m overly saturated and about ready to explode like 99% of the time because what is self control. yes i know i favor your interpretations and your writing, nobody has to point this out in a bitter rage-induced rant, because i’m not going to be ashamed for saying that you probably could write like literally any character if you really put your mind to it and i would love every single one. yes, i know, you’d probably be my favorite of any character you play too. like i said, no self control. or tact, apparently.
╚ OKAY BUT LISTEN. nobody quite meshes with their writing partners the way you do. your writing is sharp, it’s clever, it’s witty, and it really challenges your reader’s reading comprehension ability. i swear you don’t just put a double meaning to your words, you add like a quadruple meaning, and only another clever writer and reader could see them. you don’t need all the fancy talk to still have a mastery of the english language. it’s like writing was made for you, your hands were made for writing. you’d redefined each english rule i’ve been taught throughout the years, and i swear to God i wouldn’t have gotten this far if i hadn’t first been inspired by you. all my english teachers combined couldn’t hold a candle to you because you’ve improved by leaps and bounds over the years and that’s what’s challenged me to improve as well. behind every great writer is another great writer, so honest to goodness anyone that praises my writing has you to thank first and foremost.
╚ and then there’s your characterizations. holy shit. i’ll admit that i’ve completely disregarded any canon characterizations in favor of yours because you’re just that good at unifying character concepts and adding your own creative flair to the muse. your headcanons are so good. you’ve got a talent in looking at a character from multiple facets and seeing things that other people cannot. it’s amazing and i honestly don’t think the english language is enough to express how great your writing really is.
╚ so there you have it. you’re my favorite writer and you have been for years. it’s not even just a bias. i am ready to fight anyone that says that they’ve had better than you because you’re on a whole different level, a totally different plane of existence, a different dimension, when it comes to writing. good job on your existence.
YOU LOSE YOUR CHARM WHEN YOU INSIST YOU’RE CORRECT.
temptingsuggestion:
me @ myself: what the fuck happened to you
bloodofbranwen replied:
Just imagining Raven going ‘Quit telling everyone I’m dead!’
❝she’s dead to me clink clink bitch.❞ ▄▀
❝i can’t believe everyone else in team strq is fucking dead.❞ ▄▀
qrowism replied to your post: no one asked but heres Qrow doin perfect splits
WHO FUCKING ASKED U
nicKI MINAJ DID
and here i thought you were my best friend
❝what’s a friendship without some healthy teasing?❞ ▄▀
[ TAIDON'T. ]
i’m gonna shove those stupid glasses down his throat. then hit him.
last time you said "you got this" ruby ditched home so excuse my skepticism.
KICKS DOWN DOOR ' AN A NOTHER THING '
▌ ( WHO’S GOING TO PAY FOR THIS DOOR? IT’S NOT EVEN QROW’S DOOR. )
❝you got 5 sec to discourse before my scythe meets your ass.❞ ▄▀
EVERY DAY OUT THERE IS WORTH A WEEK IN THIS PLACE.
[ GREAT TIMING. ]
“LUNCH TIME, I made a meal.”
Ξ DUSTY OLD CROW. Ξ
▌ Oh, that smelled great! Surely she wouldn’t mind a piece of it being stolen and popped into his mouth? Consider it charity for the... ‘elderly’.
❝Thanks for the offer, kid.❞ ▄▀
EVERY DAY OUT THERE IS WORTH A WEEK IN THIS PLACE.
[ TRAITOR OF TIME. ]
‘ THIS IS WHY I’M FUCKING THE ENEMY ‘
▌ tfw you’ve spent a timeskip of several months looking for some bitch’s ass after some disappearing act bullshit and you find out that he was sleeping with the enemy all along
EVERY DAY OUT THERE IS WORTH A WEEK IN THIS PLACE.
[ GET DUNKED ON. ]
TRIDENT. ❝um, it’s called fashion, something you clearly know nothing about.❞
Ξ DUSTY OLD CROW. Ξ
❝Bitch you got goggles on when you ain’t ever planning on swimming step down.❞ ▄▀
EVERY DAY OUT THERE IS WORTH A WEEK IN THIS PLACE.
[ BABY OF TIME. ]
‘ BEND THE FUCK OVER AND LET ME SHOVE THIS CANE UP YOUR ASS, YOU OBNOXIOUS BIRD. ‘
❝BITCH AT LEAST PREPARE MY ASSHOLE FIRST, YOU METROSEXUAL HIPSTER.❞ ▄▀
EVERY DAY OUT THERE IS WORTH A WEEK IN THIS PLACE.
[ WHO INVITED YOU. ]
Softest whisper. “Softcore bullying.”
Ξ DUSTY OLD CROW. Ξ
❝Wait your turn Jimmy you’re next. Sit your shiny metal ass down.❞ ▄▀
EVERY DAY OUT THERE IS WORTH A WEEK IN THIS PLACE.
[ BABY OF TIME. ]
‘ i came out here to have a good time and i’m feeling so attacked right now. ‘
Ξ DUSTY OLD CROW. Ξ
❝Unfortunately, my idea of a good time is softly bullying you.❞ ▄▀
EVERY DAY OUT THERE IS WORTH A WEEK IN THIS PLACE.
║TEXT: shameless asshole║qrow, I do not appreciate your idea of a joke. please collect the lingerie from my office immediately
Ξ DUSTY OLD CROW. Ξ
▌ Oh yeah, Qrow had forgotten about that little antic. Planting lingerie in the general, the headmaster’s office was a genius idea. He could only imagine the shenanigans it got Ironwood into. How did the stoic man not see the humor in this?
▌ [ TEXT: JIMMY JAMS ]
➻ did your secretary comment on it ➻ pls tell me she did xoxo ➻ oh shit even better: did winter see?
EVERY DAY OUT THERE IS WORTH A WEEK IN THIS PLACE.
