Summer Rose

“Oh, you’re James’ guest? Huh. Thought he was into blondes. Anyway, yes, he’s an interesting man.”

Then again, like Summer said, it was a long story apparently. Perhaps she’d like to share? Nothing better to do for a while.

Personally, Willow grew tired of the cold from time to time. It was cold most of the year and all year-round her husband kept all of his work spaces very chilled as well. 

“I guess I’m just desensitized to the snow. Wha… how come I can day sesens- desensitized but not worries?”

Summer meandered around the garden area for a second, contemplating what to do. 

“Blondes?” Her silver eyes widening to what Willow implied. Yes, she understood that implication. It flustered her. But, she decided to ignore the comment. Dwindling, until she thought it was appropriate to sit down in the ornate lounge chair across from Willow.

“It’s not like that. I’m not entirely sure if I’m allowed to discuss why, although I can assure you it’s for security reasons! Regarding the Atlas Military and James’ work. Nothing more.” She cleared her throat.

“Do you remember when we used to do this? Your hair’s so much longer than last time. I’m glad you’re taking care of it.” Summer laughed gently. 

She stood behind Yang at a vanity, brush in hand and began to carefully untangle the gold curls. 

“But I suppose everything is different. Let me know if I pull too hard, alright? I’ll try not to hurt you.”

“No worried!”

No worried? Geez, Willow, you’ve only had a few glasses. Is your tolerance dropping with age now?

“Ahem. Worries. I needed some fresh air, myself. Even if it is a little cold out here. I’m Willow Schnee, although you might have already known that. Who are you? You’re not one of our ‘charity ball’ regulars. You don’t look nearly up-your-own-ass enough. Tch-ha! Sorry, I’ve been drinking a li’l…”

“Oh... heheh..-”

Summer felt a little awkward, resisting the urge to laugh at her minor, slurred mistake. It would be cruel to point it out, wouldn’t it? She would, at times, point out Qrow’s speech patterns back in the day. But that was because they were close.

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation?

Summer is heterosexual but I feel like at times, when she was younger, she was a little curious. I feel like she’d bend in certain situations.

 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity?

Summer lost her virginity at Beacon, so pretty late. I want to say maybe in her sophomore or junior year. So 20/21 when she finally got the courage to go through with it. She was very nervous to have sex. She likes sex, she was just afraid.

 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know?

🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?

“Actually, in regards to Ruby, I’d argue she takes after you the most, Miss Rose.”

From all the drunken ramblings about Qrow’s team from Qrow himself and what James overheard from hearsay in Ozpin’s inner circle, he was privy to most information that a lot of others really weren’t. With Ozpin gone and Haven’s Headmaster turned traitor and then subsequently dead, the inner circle was losing more and more of its influence. It was pretty much just James and his two council seats in Atlas.

That being said, that was enough influence for the time being. Enough to protect Summer and enough to help safeguard her children.

“Also, I wouldn’t worry too much about your daughters. Qrow is watching over them, and while he is reckless at times, he certainly gets results. For now, just focus on relaxing. Are you certain there’s nothing I can do to make you more comfortable?”

“...That’s heartwarming, thank you James.”

She assumed he was just being kind at this point, referencing perhaps how her little Ruby looked like her. 

“Qrow is?” Her eyes lifted, a look of fear flashed over her face. What he said made her anything but comfortable. Summer felt the anxiety bubble in her stomach once more. If Beacon fell, the girls were out in traveling as huntresses and Qrow was with  them... it was safe to assume they’d gotten swept up in Ozpin’s age old war.

Send 🍆 and my muse will describe a sexual fantasy they have about your muse.

Send 🍆 and my muse will describe a sexual fantasy they have about your muse.