“you don’t look totally ugly today.” / look if that ain't beacon-era raven then idk what to tell you
love is stupid ** not accepting
qrow runs hands over a freshly shaved chin, smooths the lapels of his uniform down, and preens in the mirror. the look, well, suits him more than he thought, and looking nice instead of like he just walked out from the underbrush actually got him some attention around here, where lots of new people surrounded the twins, and didn’t automatically know or assume the worst about him and his curse.
but since when had Raven had any investment in qrow’s looks?
he quirks a brow and shoots a frown in her direction. backhanded compliments still counted when it came to his sister, but she probably had some ulterior motive. like chasing him away from the vanity for her turn, or goading him into not looking gross in order to boost her own reputation.
while he’d rather encourage this newfound softness, the obligation of being a brother wins out. far be it for him to not take an opening when she leaves herself so defenseless.
“yeah?” he looks back to what he’s doing, leans in closer to the silver surface and into the light, adding just a flick of eyeliner to the corner of his lids while red irises of a reflection meet Raven’s gaze, “y’should try it sometime.”