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@thygoodluckcharm​ sent: “Geez. You feel pretty warm.”

All day he’d been dragging but he hadn’t wanted to worry Clover. Okay, maybe it was more that he just didn’t want to admit that he was getting sick, as rare a thing as that was. Either way, he’d finally been cornered and Clover had put his hand to his forehead. 

@littleblackqrow​ sent:  “I can say nice things, but if you remind me, I’ll deny it.”

@littleblackqrow​ sent: “Mistletoe”

Whomever thought that putting up mistletoe as part of the festival party was a good idea... needed to be SHOT.

Amidst everything, the General had been convinced to allow the annual celebration party for the winter holidays to go on. It would be good for moral, they’d said. We need to foster hope and good feeling, they’d said. 

They weren’t the ones who now found themselves under a silly sprig of PLANT expected to kiss...

The thought ALMOST had James gagging on the well of disgusted bile that was welling up his throat from his stomach. Curse Marrow for even spotting it in the first place and worse, for saying something about it. Now all eyes were on them expecting him to uphold this moronic tradition. Ironwood already had plans to make Marrow’s life miserable for a month at least because of this.

WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE QROW?!

Anyone else and he probably could have easily just given a peck on the cheek and been done with it... but no, he couldn’t be so fortunate. 

“This is not going to happen,” he finally spoke, voice low and clearly being kept even by the Brother’s grace alone. The look in his eyes was sheer, unadulterated murder as they fell on Qrow. “If you force it, I WILL make sure you regret it.”

@littleblackqrow​ sent:  “Okay, you know it’s very cute how you are trying to protect me, but you’re so tiny that I can’t even take you seriously!”

It was everything Summer had not to turn on him and use her best angry pout on him, it would only make that comment so much worse and she knew it. Instead all of her 5′5″ frame turned, silver eyes glaring at him. “Fine, next time I won’t save your butt when you’re too busy being Mr. I-Wanna-Be-A-Badass and don’t see a threat sneaking up behind you,” she shot back.

She was small, she got that, but Qrow didn’t need to keep reminding her like this. “And since we’re standing here, and those Grimm aren’t...” Pausing a moment, Summer clicked a button on each of her Thorns and the blades relaxed back to their whip state so she could hook them back on her belt. “Well I’d say you better learn to take my ‘cute’ seriously.”

send me ❛ brush ❜ for my character’s reaction to your character running their fingers through my character’s hair.

This was okay... it was weird.... but it was okay... right? Why did the whole relationship thing have to be so friggin’ weird? Ed was certain he’d never get used to this bullshit, but Roy’d insisted. What was the point of just sitting on the sofa and doing what amounted to nothing? At least he’d had the presence of mind to grab a few of his research journals. That’s what he’d found himself reading through while Roy had contented himself with the blond using his lap as a pillow. 

He’d gotten lost in reading a text from Creta only to be snapped out of it by the tug of the tie being taken from his hair. “What the f...” he started, making to sit up when he caught the look in Roy’s eyes. With just that look, one that half pleaded with him to sit still and the other half commanding it, Ed laid back down with a huff. How the hell did this bastard do that??

@magicofmuses (Fem Qrow) sent to Summer:  “What am I supposed to do when I can’t even trust my own mind?”

Summer’s face darkened ever so slightly with the frown that pursed his lips. Sometimes he honestly wondered if Qrow was just being a drama queen. Okay, so he did get it, he really did, especially when they were out in the field and random, stupid things started happening for no clear reason... but still.

“Qrow,” he sighed, reaching up and putting his hand on her shoulder. “Listen to me, you’re better than what the stupid voices in your head keep trying to tell you, I know it. I see it when I look into your eyes. You just... you can’t let the demons win. I know you think you’re cursed, but... but you’re not okay? We can get through it, I know it. And if the voices get too loud, tell me and I’ll shut them up for you.”

Send “Do you love me?” for my muses reaction.

Alright, so pushing Roy’s buttons for the better part of the evening may have not been the best of ideas. But damn it had been fun flustering and frustrating his Raven. It was also how he’d landed himself pinned under said Raven, those dark eyes not amused as they looked down at him, and a disapproving frown turning those soft lips. 

That’s when he’d shot the question at him.

Not once did Maes flinch at the intensity or even at the question. Instead, green eyes became tender as they looked up into glimmering coal. his smile widening softy to match. “What do you think?” he asked, wrapping his arms around Roy and pulling him down on top of him entirely. 

As he did, he claimed Roy’s lips in a passionate kiss, making sure his Raven could feel just how silly that question was... and just how much he did indeed love him. He wouldn’t let up on him until he was sure any uncertainty Roy felt would have melted away. 

@burning-brightest​ sent:  "I must be hallucinating more."

Silver eyes were soft as they fell on her, Summer’s heart pounding in her chest. She thought she had been ready for this, ready to see her girls. There was so much she needed to say to them both. Being here with Yang though, Summer started to doubt herself, doubt how ready she actually was. No... keep moving forward.