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if this is blood then, honey, it’s not deep

                          ❝ …He’s ruined so many lives, and turned this world upside down; I’ll do whatever it takes to send that bastard to HELL! And anyone who gets in my way…I’ll rip their fucking head off with my own bare hands.❞

her voice called out before she knew it, and Pyrrha cursed her action before thinking mentality yet again.

‘  raven.  ‘  qrow’s voice is hoarse from the harsh drink he’d been drowning himself in for the entirety of the night. he doesn’t say anything else for a moment, feeling her harsh presence on the outskirts of his being. his aura flutters in a storm of crimson energy, crackling and then reforming around his chest. he knows she’s watching. he knows she doesn’t care. for a moment, however, he wonders if she ever cared. she had to, he thought, the urge to cry building up within him, at some point in her miserable fucking life. qrow wanted to love his sister—he wanted his sister to love him, but he knew deep down that he couldn’t change her from what she’d become. from what she’d always been. he can almost feel the poison seeping out from the wound in his abdomen to the rest of his body. in this moment he thinks of ruy, of tai, of yang, of ozpin. if he died here he would fail them all. if he died here he’d fall victim to the semblance he despised so much. he was a bad luck charm—nothing more. it was better if he just went away. ‘  unless you’ve got a fucking medical kit, you need to leave.  ‘  he lets loose the words in the gentlest way he can—with as little venom as possible. he didn’t need her lectures or her misguided  “  wisdom.  “  he wanted his team back, he wanted yang and ruby to be safe—he wanted tai to be happy again. there was no love left in his heart for his twin. mutual respect, maybe longing, but no more love. not anymore.