#volume 3.

@symphcniae,   unprompted.

such words; cinder could almost think they were crooned at her affectionately, as her mouth tugged into a mocking smirk, low burning fires licking at the corners. they shouldn’t be doing this. their entire operation, salem’s plan, it hinged on that green cloaked fool all up in his lonesome tower still believing he had his pretty little qrow.

cinder expected the kiss, all of it. the bruising intensity and the sting of whiskey as her lips parted, electric thrill running along her spine. she’d let qrow get out his little frustrations, his oh so tortured pain of betraying the man he’d spent so many years working under. it was no trouble; she’d only remind him later as nails drew blood from his back that ozpin had only ever used him. lied to him. she would always be honest with him  —  even when qrow would probably prefer her not to be.

@combatpetals,  meme,  accepting.

            the touch of soft lips against his cheek was almost feather light and had the faunus trailing off from what he’d been talking to the team leader with. surprise ran through his body, to the very tips of his toes, like a static shock and a feeling of warmth settled where ruby had kissed his cheek. a moment’s beat as steel grey eyes glanced down to startling silver and mouth tugged into a lopsided grin. his hand raised to rub at the spot affectionately, almost bashful (a rarity for the boy who’s silver tongue was practically second nature.)