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[Trace] Trace my muse’s scar purposely

Qrow sighed deeply as he entered his room, peeling his shirt off his body. He had been on an especially rough mission that day and he was glad to be over with it. All he wanted was to lay down and sleep the rest of the night.

He entered his bathroom and looked at the mirror, noticing some dark circles under his eyes. Surely from the sleepless night before. He leaned down to the sink and turned the water on, splashing his face a few times.

 @lvckwielder​ :   ❝  nothing’s gonna take you from my side.  ❞ — @ winter !! caring.   /   accepting.

she’s looking down to the cuts on her arm and shoulder before gazing upwards and meeting his stare, giving clover a soft smile. he’s just as protective of her as she is of him, her other hand reaching for his and lacing their fingers together. they’re alone for the moment so she’s able to share it with him.

First 5 people who send in a “💋” get a kiss from my muse.

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“Last I checked, there was an age minimum for huntsman academies.” 

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“ we both have the night off . what do you say we head up to the roof & watch the stars ? ” // uwu

               Nearly falling over his own feet, the normally graceful huntsman had to take a moment to regain his footing. Had he heard that correctly? Did Clover really wish to spend time with him and only him? Pale features were quick to heat up, his eyes darting down towards his feet.

                Why was it so hard to suddenly speak? Why did it feel as if he had just launched himself off of another training pillar despite being grounded? This was Clover asking! Yet, the butterflies still managed to rise. Clearing his throat, Vine attempted to pick himself back up from his momentary panic. 

send ' ▼' for my muses reaction to yours straddling/sitting on their lap.

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          weary, praying for an opportunity to sleep, the corvid has taken a moment to himself in hopes of gathering the mental fortitude to press on through the day, to put on his ‘everything is fine’ mask in front of his nieces and all the other kids. they’ve been stronger than him on several occasions but he still wants to protect them, to give them hope that he’s not even sure he has himself, and that desire corners him in situations like this--all alone with no one to confide in.

          he doesn’t even notice the ace ops’ approach, perhaps a little too lost in his own thoughts for his usual levels of paranoid awareness, but the other man’s sudden presence doesn’t feel jarring at all. in fact, hearing clover’s voice is quick to make him smile, a feat that only ruby and yang have been capable of up until recently. instead of tensing up or attempting to quickly correct his melancholy demeanor, the avian relaxes and leans into the soldier’s side, nudging his head against the other’s in turn.