#hrbinger

[fourtune]

gives u a piece of chocolate gives u a piece of chocolate gives u a piece of chocolate gives u a p-

                “qrow, thank you but i don’t eat-qrow….qrow that’s enough. qrow where do you keep getting pieces of candy-???”

[becomestormaa]

‘   ... i heard stories about the branwen tribe when i was younger, as someone who lived in a village nearby.   ’   it was a quiet night, soon after they’d landed in mistral and training with professor ozpin had ended for the day. ren was still riddled with the nightmares of their past, and for all the homesickness that came with leaving central mistral, there was a very good reason they avoided the trauma that came with staying. it’s why they found themselves in the kitchen this early in the morning, tea long gone cold while their book lie in front of them, untouched since the huntsman’s approach. still, ren looked down, turned the page, attempted to find where they’d stopped.   ‘   they were the stories parents used to make sure children came home before nightfall.   ’   another weighty pause, a sip of tea.   ‘   i’m glad you aren’t involved in that anymore, mr. branwen.   ’   @hrbinger   /   lucky dip sc.