#cryptic-glasses-professor

@cryptic-glasses-professor continued from here.

Ozpin listened attentively to all the doctor had to say, internally preparing to see the dear soul he thought long lost. His gut tied itself in guilty knots, ashamed that they had given up so easily. Which, of course, was why he had arrived ahead of Summer and her daughter. Best to assertain Qrow’s condition before Summer arrived.

With the doctor’s leave he approached Qrow. His heart ached for how thin and lost he looked. He quietly sat on the nearby bench before venturing to gently say his name.

“Qrow?”

Qrow winced ever so slightly at the voice calling his name. Shame wrapped its gnarling tendrils around his insides. He closed his eyes and gave a shuddering breath. The Doctors said that he would have visitors soon, but Qrow wasn’t sure he could handle it. He wasn’t even sure if this were real or not.

Mustering his courage, Qrow inhaled slowly and he tried to focus his eyes on the old Headmaster’s visage. He couldn’t look at him for more than a few seconds before his gaze turned away in remorse.

Qrow gave an exasperated sigh. “I didn’t even meet you until I was 18! I was an adult! You can’t adopt an adult!”

“You can’t adopt me, I’m a 40 year old man.”

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@cryptic-glasses-professor

Qrow opened his eyes, and was greeted by darkness. He tried to wriggle just slightly in his bindings, but the shackles were made of hard reinforced steel and thoroughly unforgiving. He was on a steel chair, with thick leather and metal bindings strapping his arms, legs and torso in place.

An aura suppression collar was fastened tightly around his neck; not only sapping him of his abilities and semblance, but preventing the flow of aura whatsoever. Escaping was a fairly foreign prospect right now. The only thing remotely mobile were his fingers and toes. Not a lot, and no where near enough.

Still, on the edge of his senses he could hear the foot steps approaching from outside this lonely little cell. Qrow’s crimson gaze landed on his visitor, wincing slightly as foreign light splayed across his face. When he got used to it however, he recognized the old man himself.

Qrow merely offered a polite chuckle to disguise his utter hatred.

“Come to see your handwork, old man?” He asked, flexing his finger lightly. He made a show of inspecting the room, “Intimate. Loving accommodations. Nice and cool. A bit darker than I prefer and it does lack a window, but conveniently close enough for visitors. I like it.”

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Qrow had wanted to visit the wreckage of Beacon’s CCT tower one last time before he set off to follow Ruby and her friends. It was where he had rescued her that night, where Ozpin had... fallen.

Ozpin.

“Dammit, Oz, where did you go?” Qrow growled, glancing down at the cane held tightly in his hand. There was no way Ozpin was dead, he refused to believe it, but he had yet to surface. 

“We need you. And you’re gone.” Qrow guessed he shouldn’t have been surprised. This was the sort of thing that would happen to them. Grimm on the loose, Ozpin gone, Cinder missing. Everything had gone to shit.