#frostpine

I get why most Osley/Frostpine/Rich Farmer/whatever-you-call-them fics take place either after Ozpin's out of Oscar's head or in an AU where that's not a thing at all

“[Daja] felt as if she had aged a hundred years. Suddenly all of the elegance around her looked like a mask for some cruel beast. She had to eye every man who passed her, asking herself if he had ever kidnapped a woman—or if he would, given the chance. Were all men like this? No, she told herself firmly. Never Briar. Or Frostpine. Or Tris’s teacher Niko, or our sometimes teacher Crane, or Duke Vedris, or Dedicate Gorse, the temple cook. She doubted Ambros or Zhegorz would consider it, either. No, Daja, don’t be a fool. You know plenty of men who would never even think of pulling such a vile trick.”

"Protective talismans for the duke's soldiers, to keep a rain of chamber pots and rocks from banging them on the head in the East District. I'd hoped they'd forgotten I can do such things, but someone apparently remembered." Crane raised [his] eyebrows. "How can you object to the protection of those who keep the duke's peace?" [...] "A proper fear of such things keeps soldiers polite," [Frostpine] observed. "Otherwise they might be tempted to push common folk around. Orders to enter people's homes uninvited are a sore temptation for peacekeepers, I've found."  "Have you no respect for proper order?" asked Crane. "Depends on whose idea of order it is," said Frostpine.