❛ The only way your hair can look any better is on my pillow. ❜
COMMENT SPOKEN OUT OF BLUE, head turns slightly to get a good look at man behind him. suspicions confirmed with that : cheeky smirk, flask in hand —— red hues ( same ones he found himself enamored with ) he could never mistake for anyone else’s but his. in the flesh was him! only other member of previously disbanded team — - only one who has stuck with him through painful years of unfortunate past. the PAST was to never be forgotten, but cannot prevent him from moving towards the future. the one who helped raise his girls —— their savior was there once more.
DAY HE LEFT STILL ETCHED INTO MEMORY, how clearly he remembered it —— day before he left, regular everyday conversation between them; reminiscing, the usual topic between them. like any other day, shared with laughs && familiar clinking of glass — where had the time gone? difference in the conversation was sudden mention of solo mission his partner had to go on. solo mission. attempt to be understanding failed, for any words that left his lips were only to form coherent sentences that persuaded him. persuade him to stay with him && continue teaching the classes he has ( no more but selfish desire : fear looms within. you can’t bear to lose another one ). alas, all was for naught for the next day —— he’s gone with the wind. no goodbye, no note, the typical thing for him to do. oh, sorrowful truth, cruel mistress of fate, is mercy no longer a concept to you?
YET PAST SEEMS to not stop him from dropping the plates he was about to wash && staring with agape jaw at him. months, it had been months since their last interaction with each other —— yet he walks in && compliments him as if nothing had occurred. AS IF HE’D NEVER LEFT. expected. how expected of such a careless man, how expected of the man who manages to tease one successfully almost every time. this is him —— that is the qrow branwen he missed. perhaps that explained wide eyed countenance of his — - explained his slow approach towards the male, a small utter spoken ( name of the man ) escapes soft lips. no, no words were needed —— he knows it’s him. who else would ever make such a comment? a comment that made him chuckle, made him smile, made him feel … happiness. ah, how peculiar this happiness was, however! what could it be, what could it be?
❛ pffft, come on, don't say that! my hair's fine as is. ❜ revitalized is the graduated huntsman, with the small laugh escaping his lips. time certainly passed quickly, noted —— few months do make a few differences in the end. had he gotten taller? or was it a simple exaggeration of his. care was not his calling for the moment, as a hand comes up, only for it to land 'pon branwen's shoulder. beaming at him, a look of CONFIDENCE —— one of his assets, notwithstanding endured pain of earlier years. tanned lips part to speak, be it just a few words : ❛ but, since you're offering, i don't see why not ... heh, it's good to have you back, qrow. ❜
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