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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.”

Heck still a top duo (*⁰▿⁰*)

Is it day five already?

Qrowin Week Day Five: Purple

Wisdom, Honor, Devotion

          Winter woke up, blinking away sleep. She was smiling, and for half a second she couldn’t remember why. But Qrow was warm against her. His chest was rising and falling, the blankets precariously draped across his arm, and onto the floor. Had they kicked them off in their sleep? Or before? Her cheeks flushed. She couldn’t remember. It was a little chilly, so she leaned over Qrow to pull the blankets up over them again. He stirred, blinking away sleep as she settled back down next to him, resting her head against his shoulder.

          “Good morning, Ice Queen.” His voice was hoarse, gravelly like it always was in the morning. She sighed, sitting up to look down at him, the blankets draped over her shoulders.

          “Good morning.” How long have we been doing this now? A week or two. It seemed like a daze. A happy daze. He grinned.

          “What? Haven’t had enough?”

“Just kiss me good morning, Branwen.” He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers.

“You don’t even have to ask. Now, come on, get back here.” He pulled her back down to the bed, collapsing back onto the pillows. Winter let herself laugh, dropping beside him.

          “How long do you think before the teens notice you’re missing?” Winter frowned.

          “They’ll probably think I’m at the bar or something.” Qrow shrugged.

          “At seven in the morning?”

          Qrow shrugged again. Winter shook her head. She was worried that they would be found out. Maybe that’s… stupid. She shifted, draping an arm over his chest, looking up at him. He was smiling. She had grown to love that smile, almost more than anything. Being with Qrow… She reached out, slipping her hand in his, entwining their fingers.

          “What?” Qrow said, glancing over at her. “What are you thinking about?”

          “You might not like it,” she warned.

          “Shoot,” Qrow sighed, “Better than bottling it up.”

          “What does this all mean? What we’re doing? What does it mean to you?”

          Qrow frowned, staring up at the ceiling. I knew it. He’s never even thought about it— “I care about you, Winter,” he said. “A lot more than I ever thought I could.” He offered her a genuine smile. “That’s what it means.”

          “Are we…?”

          “Dating?” Qrow asked.

          “I was going to say ‘in a relationship,’” Winter replied. Qrow frowned.

          “I dunno, that depends.”

          “On what?” Winter asked.

          “On what you say next.” Qrow squeezed her hand. “You want to go on a date with me?”

          Winter’s eyes widened. “What?”

          “It wouldn’t be anything fancy. Just… maybe dinner? I mean… nice dinner. I wouldn’t take you anywhere you wouldn’t like and I know you would like—” she shut him up by leaning over to kiss him.

          “Yeah, I’d like that.”

          Qrow laughed, “Hell, I never imagined you would ever say yes to that question.”

          Winter frowned, “Why?”

          “You always seemed worried about people finding out about the two of us.”

Just my luck. Qrow dropped his head against the table of the little café. Another exhausting day in Atlas, all in vain. The day before they had had their meeting with James. The relic was safe—supposedly. Qrow had woken up with Ruby practically jumping on his bed. “Can we go sight-seeing, Uncle Qrow? I’ve never been to Atlas before! Weiss can show us around! Please? Please?! Please?!”

          Now he was in a little café surrounded by teenagers. They were all ordering their hot chocolate and mochas. “Sir, would you like anything?”

          “Yeah,” Qrow groaned, “Three shots of whiskey.”

          “Um…” The cashier couldn’t be more than seventeen. “We don’t serve alcohol.”

          “That’s what I was afraid of.” Qrow pulled his flask out from pocket and turned away from the cashier to sit at a booth by himself. The kids were talking animatedly about everything they’d seen so far. He tried to shut out the noise, staring out the window at the falling snow. He hated Atlas. It was so damn cold.

          Someone passed by the window—someone familiar—and slipped into the café, cold air pushing her inside. She glanced once over at the teenagers. Weiss didn’t seem to notice her arrival yet. Surely she was here only to see her sister. But, to Qrow surprise, she slipped into the booth across from him. Now, the teens wouldn’t notice her at all. Qrow was sure the booth was far too tall for them to even see the top of his head, and Winter was shorter than he was.

          “Great.” He huffed, “Another person here to ruin my day.”

          “Another?”

          “That kid refused to serve me alcohol.”

          “This is a café, Qrow,” Winter frowned.

          Qrow grinned, “I know. What are you doing here anyways, Ice Queen? What, did I not do a good enough job taking care of your precious princess sister?”

          Winter took in a deep breath, straightening her thick white coat. “Actually… I came to thank you.”

          “You… what?” Qrow narrowed his eyes. “Is this a joke?”

          “I never joke.” Winter snapped. Okay, I’ll give her that one. “You surprise me, Qrow.” She looked down at her hands, “Taking care of these kids… Thank you.”

          “Umm… Is this the part where you start laughing and throw confetti in my face or something?”

          “I’m not joking!” Winter snapped, “You’re insufferable! I don’t know— Will you just let me finish what I’m trying to say?!”

          “That wasn’t the end?”

          “No!”

          “Okay, okay. Geez.”

          “I wanted to show you something.” She couldn’t look him in the eye. “It’s a place.” Her eyes flicked over his flask. “No alcohol allowed.”

          “Wow, sounds like a really party.” Qrow rolled his eyes.

          Winter gritted her teeth, “Are you coming or not?!”

          “I’ll come.” Qrow frowned. “But only if its not a trap.”

          Winter slammed her hands down on the table and stood. The whole café fell silent. Winter dropped her voice to a whisper, leaning in close, “It’s not a trap. But I might change my mind, you absolutely deranged bird.”

          “Alright, alright!” Qrow raised his hands in surrender.

          “Meet me in Central Square, by the fountain, tonight at seven.”

          “I’ll be there first,” Qrow grinned.

          “It’s not a competition!” Winter snapped, slipping out of the booth to greet her sister. It totally is a competition. Qrow grinned.

***

Qrow arrived at the fountain at six-thirty. Winter was already there, sitting on the edge. She was in casual clothes—black pants, and a thick white coat with a light blue scarf. Her arms were crossed.

          “Geez, how long have you been waiting—just to be the first one here?” Qrow grinned.

          “I, surprisingly, got off of work early,” Winter snapped.

          “Putting a lot of effort into getting me alone.”

          “Would you just relax?” Winter rolled her eyes, “I already told you, Qrow, this isn’t a trap. I’m not going to stab you in the back or anything.”

          “That wasn’t what I was implying.” Qrow smirked.

          Winter narrowed her eyes, “You are despicable,” she whispered, “I would rather get murdered in my sleep.” She spun around with a deep sigh, trying to compose herself. “Follow me.”

          Qrow followed her across the crowded square towards an old building with a tall bell tower. Winter had a few words with a man at the door and then the door was unlocked and they were let inside.

          “Where are we going?”

          “Up.” Winter said, not bothering to turn back and look at him. Qrow let out an exasperated sigh, but followed the specialist up flight after flight of stairs, until they emerged, breathless, at the top of the old tower.

          All four walls had windows opening up to the city. There was no longer a bell in the tower, but Qrow could see the huge hook where it once hung. He wondered how old the building was. It looked like it was being readied for demolition. Old makes way for new.

          Winter was tracing her fingers across the brick walls reverently, leading her directly to the window. She leaned out, letting the freezing Atlas breeze toss her hair in the wind. She glanced back over to him, the colors of the sunset casting gold specks in her blue eyes. Damn. She was smiling.

          “Come on, bird-brain. You can see the whole city from here.”

          Qrow joined her at the ledge. The freezing wind took his breath away for half a moment, but once he was used it he looked out over the city. Winter was right. From the tower you could see every street, every house. The sun was just sinking below the mountains, casting gold shadows on mounds of snow, and sending rainbows dancing through icicles. And Winter… when he glanced up at her again he couldn’t take his eyes off her. There was a shine in her eyes, something he had never seen before. She seemed so free, and so much more alive. She was beautiful.

          “Why are you showing this to me?” He frowned. I thought you hated me.

          “Don’t get so full of yourself,” Winter said, avoiding eye contact. “It’s just a thank you present.” She paused, clasping her hands together. “When Weiss and I were little we would beg father to take us up here so we could see the whole city. I imagined that I was free—free from the duties of an heiress. Free from my father’s watchful eye. I imagined I was a bird, drifting past the last buildings I could see, beyond the horizon, into the sun.” Qrow could see it now—her hands were shaking. He reached out, and set his own hand on top of hers.

          “You are free.” He whispered. “You can make your own choices. You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met because of that.”

          “I can make my own choices,” Winter laughed humorlessly. “And what if… the choice I want to make isn’t the right one?”

          “That’s a question everyone asks themselves, I think. It’s part of life. Sometimes choices suck. But… I think you’re lucky. You’ll probably make better choices than I ever will.” Qrow glanced back over at her, trying to memorize her features. “Thanks for bringing me up here, Ice Queen. The view… is nice.”

          He slipped his hand away from hers and turned to make his way back to the stairs. Winter called out to him, “Qrow, wait.”

          He turned, and Winter clasped his hand, pulling him down to kiss his cheek. “Thank you. For everything.”

          Qrow felt his face grow warm, but he let out a laugh, “Now I’m really starting to think this is all a trap.”

          “Don’t tempt me.” Winter snapped, “And—we will never speak of this again.”

          “You got it,” Qrow saluted sloppily as Winter dashed down the stairs.