#so for context

"We are prepared to abandon our passive posture of centuries with regard to your existence. We are prepared to declare you an enemy which must be exterminated at all costs. We are prepared to use our considerable power and resources to see that you are destroyed. Comply with our request and we will tolerate your presence in New Orleans and its environs. We will return to our harmless observations." - The Talamasca's "Declaration of Emnity", Merrick

i help you move boxes heavier than my own ribs.

i bake you a pie even though i burn the crust.

i sit next to you on purpose,

my knee brushing yours

like a secret i can’t afford to say out loud.

how are you not getting the message yet?

do you need it spelled out in neon?

etched into the bark of a tree?

a love poem?

i don’t know how to write those—

my metaphors always trip over themselves.

so here,

take this rock.

it’s your favorite color.

i carried it around all week,

warming it in my palm,

imagining it in yours.

this is the closest i can get

to saying:

you live inside me.

Do we think he wore that stupid green velvet suit of his when he went to beacon because on one hand. I cannot imagine him in anything else. On the other I highly doubt it. And it doesnt really fit with the headcanons I have for young ozpin. I do think he had his funky glasses and scarf/broach though.

And

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