#thygoodluckcharm

He should be working. He really should be working, but it was plain obvious that looking at Clover was much more pleasant than looking for another hour at the screen.

Where were the times when he could go into the field work, not just supervise it? It felt almost like a different lifetime. He was tired and aching and yet he only walked the corridors and sat in his office. He almost wished he could go with Clover on any given mission. Wouldn't it be great to focus only on the Grimm in front of him and nothing else.

The general blinked. He almost missed what Clover said, but a few key words were enough to make sense.

"No. Nothing." He straightened in his chair and turned back to the stack of papers, still ignoring the screen for now.

@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. 

Qrow could hardly watch what had happened. Seeing the other man go down like that, he knew it wouldn’t be good at all. He cried out as the other went down, rushing over to him and kneeling beside him.

@thygoodluckcharm​ sent: “Can I kiss you?”

Okay so there was no denying that since Clover had come out to Patch, there was a certain... tension... in the air. Tai wouldn’t have said it was a bad one, not by any means, but it was definitely awkward. 

He wasn’t oblivious either. He knew that Clover had caught him watching as he and Clover had sparred in the yard, knew that he wasn’t always the best with the poker faces when it came to people he cared about... Honestly, the last thing Tai expected was this particular question though. Part of him figured Clover would’ve called him out for the way he looked at Qrow, the way he acted around him, if anything. 

The thing was, Tai also knew how Qrow felt about Clover and vice versa. He never wanted to get in the middle of that, despite his own feelings. Back in the day, he remembered how awkward it was between him and Qrow when it had been Summer they were both interested in. Sure, they had made it work... but Tai knew that Qrow also wasn’t the poly relationship sort. 

Plus, there was something very different to the vibe that existed between Clover and Qrow. What they had was... well it was certainly on a different level then what he’d had with Summer. Back then Tai could tell that Qrow loved Summer deeply but he’d never gotten the “Till Death Do Us Part” vibe from their relationship. With Clover... well, he could tell his old friend had finally grown up a little and he could feel that Qrow might actually be willing to go there if it was something Clover ever wanted.

Did he really want to risk that?

On the other hand, Tai knew that there would be no way he could be honest about his own feelings for Qrow if he didn’t have Clover’s approval. Tai just wasn’t sure what his feelings were exactly for Clover. He cared about him, there was no doubt in his mind about that. He’d definitely become someone that Tai would consider a part of this family but did he risk hurting Qrow to figure it out?

He knew how ‘deadly’ something as simple as a kiss could be after all. 

Gentle blue eyes came up to meet green, a tentative smile pulling his lips. “I mean, you can, you have the ability... I just... I just don’t know if it’s the best idea. The last thing I want is for anything to come between you and Qrow. He... he loves you and I’ve never seen him get attached to someone like this... not even Summer. You saw how broken he was when you got here. It was because of what he thought he’d done to you...”

“A man flying with just a flick of the wrist?” Qrow asked with a little smirk. “Nah didnt look anything like that.” Qrow was already forming the Change in his mind, and when he was sure Clover was looking he said, “That looks something like this-”

Qrow flicked his wrist in imitation of Clover’s cast, and released the will it took to shrug into his feathers. With a loud caw that sounded a lot like laughing, the crow soared up to the nearest light post and perched there. He tilted his head to the side as if to ask if Clover was impressed.

Jace was working on a new spell. Jace frequently tinkered with his magic, trying to figure out ways to expand his spell repertoire. Sometimes this went well, other times it ended in an explosion. This instance would end in the latter. Although this time Jace ended up in an unfamliar place. He assumed the explosion launched him through a portal. He rubbed the back of his head. at least whatever he got launched against seemed to stop his momentum. “Gods, I hate portals.”