#crviis

[canefought]

@crviis​    /    one word sc

“ he’s back. “

[panacaeus]

@crviis​ gets a yang

          💥 // “you seem... happier,” she sounds almost reluctant to say it, because how could he be, when the world is crumbling around them? it’s true, though--he’s made a marked improvement, and he deserves to have it recognized. “i haven’t seen you like this since... since i was little.”

[eristice]

    “ you are looking... marginally less grotesque than usual. ” it’s a compliment, qrow, do take it as one. “ apparently pseudo-fatherhood suits you. i can only assume my sister and her friends have been a good influence? ” 

@crviis​ / starter call. 

[uglyanswer]

                 “i’m not the one you want, babe. i’m not the one you need.” @crviis​

[thcrned]

@crviis​  ✿

           ‘  you have to keep moving.  ‘  the world almost seemed to freeze, hood still hiding her face as she stood behind her former friend.  ‘  everything that’s happening --- it’s exactly what salem wants.  ‘ 

[atlasci]

@crviis​ liked for a starter

          “not terribly exciting so far, is it?”

     arthur approaches with a glass of wine in hand and the other crossed behind his back. he takes a short sip before settling next to qrow, staring out the window with a soft smile upon his lips. “well... watching the schnee brat and the overstuffed sausage dripping with cheap sequins get covered in h’orderves was a bit entertaining.”

     he looks toward qrow now, hitting him with a startling emerald gaze and a cocked brow. “my apologies if i seem intrusive--you struck me as a bit different from the rest of the herd and caught my eye.”

[fourtune]

catches him staring and... just stares back. it's a staring contest now, bitch

               ok i guess it’s a staring contest now. clover just keeps staring but eventually, he winks. 

[warpathos]

in the quiet early morning, when daybreak lurks just behind the glimpse of the horizon, he stirs with unrest. sleep is never easy :   it is elusive, and when he catches it, it always bites back. beneath the warm sheets, his spine ignites, burdened with a terror that is not there. he jolts, suddenly, awake with a desolate nothingness in his throat where a scream should be. he gasps, and as the body next to him shifts, as it begins to reach for him ----       ❝    don’t   ----     ❞      he chokes out, raising a trembling hand in protest.

he tries to breathe, throwing his legs over the side of the bed. his feet hit the floor in his attempt to ground himself, to feel something other than the way the sheets twisted around him.    ❝    i’m fine,     ❞      harsher than he means. he breathes, finally, closing his eyes, body coiled into itself like a spring as he rubs the back of his neck. his own heartbeat pounds in his ears, a reminder of his fragility, his faults, his capacity for failure. he opens his eyes again, placing his hand where qrow can reach it. gentler, then :     ❝   .  .  .  i’m fine.    ❞      

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