“ blake. ” she stands in front of the other girl, arms crossed and hip cocked, and despite her stance, weiss tries not to look or sound too demanding. “ while i greatly admire your interest in stories and hunger for knowledge, you do have teammates. teammates, who -- coincidentally -- also happen to be your friends. and as your friend, i’m suggesting you spend some time outdoors. i’m heading out into town to run some errands. come with me. ” a pause, and weiss’s features soften a bit. it’s barely visible, but it’s there. “ it’ll be fun. my treat. “
CARRION. yikes this is so late but be warned qrowblake so it’s under a readmore. please don’t send in any of these until i reblog that meme again
ONE. the first kiss is a chaste one. fearful and doubtful.she was good soul, too young for this, too young for him. a filthy, dirty soul,wracked through the mud and thrown back to the wolves. that was the thing,though, they were both wolves. hungry and empowered for only what the other onehad. it was supposed to be a sparring match. it was supposed to be training, qrow doing his job as a teacher and as amentor for team rwby. instead he finds himself trapped underneath her, theblade of her weapon ( gambolshroud. it had a nice ring to it, he decided. ) tucked neatly into the crook of his neck. chest’s heaving, both of theirlips are graced with smiles and before he can make one of those sly comments heis so well known for she kisses him. quick and deadly, just like her. his heartseems to stop sitting tight in his chest, and he lays there shocked afterwardswith eyes wide. she is gone when he sits up finally, disappeared, back into theshadows. TWO. there is no tension between them—- that is not thatword. heat? desire? love? he scoldshimself for falling so goddamn quickly but he can’t help it. the subtle curvesand imperfections that she carries with her throughout life makes him want hereven more. he can’t deny that he craves her, wants to touch her, he wants toworm his way inside her ( in more ways than one, if he’s quitehonest. ) only when she’s ready. only when she issafe with him. the time he pulls her aside after a rigorous training with herteam is when his feelings come forward. his mind says “kiss her, you idiot.” but his voice is strained so much he can hearthe “please, save me from you.” init. save me from this love before it eatsme whole. the talk is short and soon after she is in his bed, curled at hisside, planting kiss after kiss until it evolves into something he cannotdescribe in words for fear of forgetting exactly how amazing it was.
THREE. their third kiss occurs in the rain. there is nofear, no admittance. just the soft hand-holding love that comes with a first real date. he promised he would take herout after that first night. if she wanted this—wanted him, in all his fuck-upsand drinking and assholery, he would treat her right. he would not break herheart. he would not. he took her out one spring evening, april showers pouringdown around them as they eat. ( he saves the date in the back of his mindfor later use. ) the dinner is filled with light conversationand sweet talk and his fingers itch for a drink but he stops himself. as theirleaving—both of them drunk off feelings for the other—he grabs her hand andpulls her in towards him. hands around her waist, smile on his face, he kissesher, forgoing any umbrella in favor of the startled gasp she gives as he kissesher.
FOUR. the fourth is heated. all dark mutterings and sharp growls. he loves this side of her. he loves the beauty and the beast. every facet of her is enticing to him and once she has him in her clutches the claws are out and she does not intend to let go. he has been with dangerous women before, but none match up tot he spark in the amber orbs. feline in nature but oh so very human in her soul and mind. she is and only ever will be blake belladonna to him. she is his and he is her’s. they both don’t need to express that feeling in words, but it does have a nice ring to it when a cooing daddy or ma’am follows suit. she kisses him into the mattress and he gives in to every carnal desire she has with every fiber of his being.
FIVE. the battle of beacon isover. cinder fall is gone, pyrrha nikos is dead, yang is the owner of one lessappendage. grimm roam the streets of vale and he is the standing head of theguardians. he should be searching for ozpin. he should be helping james andglynda rebuild, but instead he’s running through the forever falls in search of her. it takes days ( he cannot recall exactly how many, but the shift between light and dark is prominent at least a few times. ) he’s lost his scroll days before and he smells like the carrion crows he takes after but he cannot give up his search. blake belladonna has taken up arms against his mind and he can’t even think to fight back. when he finds her, dirty and bruised and crying and angry, underneath what seems to be the largest tree in the forest. he takes her into his arms and she scolds him, pushes him away and tears well up in his eyes. he needs her, goddamn it. let me in. he screams at her– let me love you. he tries to kiss her as the petals fall around them but just before their lips touch she’s gone ( returning once more to the shadows she is addicted to. ) and he is on his knees, alone, once more.
Blake Belladonna...of course! How could she had been so stupid ? Winter knew exactly who she was now. How she had not realized it before was beyond her.
“ You’re..Weiss’s teammate, aren’t you? ” she recalled from the televised match. “ I’m her sister. I apologize for not recognizing you sooner. ”
The student was mentioned briefly in Weiss’s letters. Quiet, thoughtful, enjoyed reading. Her appearance certainly reflected those traits. However, there seemed to be a..sharper motif in her appearance. A trained fighter, even. But of course, that was a given, considering her studies.
