Ozpin had wanted a family for as long as he could remember. As a child, he wished he had siblings - and, well, there was certainly one out there. His mother had been pregnant when his father took him deep into the woods, abandoning him. The boy was fortunate enough to find a new home, when, seeking refuge from heavy rain, he came upon a small cabin. Heâd thought it abandoned, but an old woman lived there, one who was kind and cared for him, taught him many lessons he carried to this day. He wanted to give someone else all that his dear Granny Mathilda had given him.
But Ozma came into his life before he found someone to share that dream with. That brave soul, through no fault of his own, had turned his life upside down. How could he even allow himself to love someone, knowing theyâd have to share this burden with him?Â
Heâd tried so hard not to get too close to people, to shoulder it all alone.
But heâd met her, Glynda, and his resolve weakened. He became selfish, those dreams of love came back. Of a family. Heâd been unable to stop himself from falling in love with her. Were it not for the horrible images that flashed in his mind - images of Ozmaâs children, hunted down through generations, murdered in cold blood, he might have asked her for a child himself.
He realized now, to his horror, that he was still selfish. He wanted this, for himself, more than anything. Even knowing how this was likely to end, Ozpin wanted to raise a family with Glynda. And just as heâd finally come to terms with that, her words came.and knocked the air out of lungs. His head whipped up, brown eyes pleading.
The look on his face when he had heard her question, the tone in his voice as he spoke. Glynda swore that she would always do her best for him and to promise to never hurt him. Yet in this moment, she felt as if she did just that: as if she had stricken a blow so deep, that it might make the poor man bleed to death. Brothers help her...
A frown of worry was made as she walked over to him, and gently wrapped him in a hug, both to soothe and to apologize to him. This man...this tormented soul with a heavy weight upon his shoulders.
âThen I wonât,â she promised, gently running her hand through his hair in an attempt to comfort, leaving a gentle kiss upon his head.
â...Iâve...always wanted to start a family with you, Ozpin. I was just...never sure if I could, always afraid that I might be pressuring you into something you didnât want. Itâs why I offered that option because I thought that...â
A shake of her head as she cut herself off, a heavy sigh following after.
