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Announcing: Qrowin Fest 2019 Prompts!

December 9th-15th (Bonus Days December 8th + December 16th)

This year’s Qrowin Fest focuses on color! Color is an important part of the world of Remnant, so it seems fitting to use color to celebrate our favorite pairing! Each color has things connected with it that the color is often associated with: three good things and three bad things. Kudos to you if you can include some of these things as well as the color itself in your work! Let’s have fun, and let's get creating! :D **(Make sure to reblog this to spread the word!)** 

Bonus Day 1: Black -- 

Sophistication, Elegance, Mystery ~ Fear, Loneliness, Grief

Day 1: Blue --

Harmony, Loyalty, Trust ~ Sorrow, Depression, Cold

Day 2: Yellow --

Joy, Sweetness, Hope ~ Dishonesty, Cowardice, Betrayal

Day 3: Green --

Health, Good Luck, Generosity ~ Misfortune, Inexperience, Jealousy

Day 4: Gold --

Success, Abundance, Triumph ~ Greed, Suspicion, Ambition

Day 5: Purple --

Wisdom, Honor, Devotion ~ Pride, Gloom, Frustration

Day 6: Turquoise --

Peace, Friendship, Creativity ~ Narcissism, Boastfulness, Unapproachable

Day 7: Red -- 

Passion, Desire, Love ~ Aggression, Danger, Blood

Bonus Day 2: White -- 

Qrowin Week Bonus Day 2: Wedding Anniversary

Today was the day. Winter blinked awake to a cool morning. She knew she didn’t have very much time, but she let herself imagine that time was frozen. That she was stuck in the moment in-between. It was so quiet, so peaceful. By the end of today I’ll be a wife. She rolled over, staring at the white light of her window. By the end of today I’ll be Winter Branwen. She had tested the name on her lips several times. Even once or twice before Qrow had asked her to marry him.

          “Winter Branwen,” she whispered to the empty room. How did I end up here? If, a year ago, someone had said, “In a year, you’ll be marrying Qrow Branwen.” She would have laughed in their face. “Not on your life! I’d rather die.” Now, even the thought of being without him, made her ache. “I love him.” She beamed up at her ceiling. “I’ll always love him.”

          There was a tapping sound on her window. She glanced over with a frown. Not this. She tossed her blankets aside, and greeted the cool day, by swinging open her window and leaning over the edge. Qrow was below, with pebbles in hand.

          “Good morning, Ice Queen!” He beamed. She had never seen him look so happy.

          “Isn’t it bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the ceremony?”

          “Are you in your dress?” Qrow frowned. Winter shook her head.

          “Pajamas.”

          “Then we’re safe. Besides,” he shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t believe in luck.”

          Winter laughed, shaking her head. “Come up here, Qrow.” Qrow slipped into bird form with a burst of feathers, and moments later, landed safely on her bedroom flower—human again. Winter immediately pulled him into a hug—breathing in his familiar scent, drawing in his warmth.

          “I believe in luck.” She said. “But only good luck.”

          “Yeah?” He asked, cupping her cheek with his hand.

          “I’m the luckiest woman in the world, to have finally snagged Qrow Branwen.”

          “You didn’t win the lottery,” he said with a frown. “There are probably dozens of guys who are better choices that I am—”

          “Stop,” Winter shook her head with a smile, “You know that you’re the only one I want.”

          “Gods, I love you,” he breathed, leaning over to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Winter smiled.

          “I love you too. But you can’t be here when the girls arrive.”

          “I know. Tai’s probably already at my place.” Qrow laughed. “He’ll be panicking. Thinking I decided to skip out on this whole marriage thing.”

          “That’s not really a funny joke.”

          “No, it’s not.” Qrow frowned.

          There was a knocking downstairs, at the front door. “The girls are here.” Winter said, biting her lip.

          “Okay. I’ll see you… at the ceremony.” He turned towards the window, but Winter grabbed his sleeve.

          “Kiss me.”

          Qrow leaned in, cupping the back of her head with one hand, and kissed her. She still hadn’t perfectly committed to memory the taste or the feel, but it was familiar, warm, comforting. She smiled.

          “I’ll see you at the ceremony.”

          “Don’t be late.”

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ths is Very General, if you’d like specifics lmk

i think they start officially dating during/after the events of fo3, but they’ve been kinda off and on for a while. Crowley’s had a previous relationship w Barrows that didn’t work out well, Snowflake’s been mostly alone since,, being driven out from rivet city