#( ship.snowbird ) / ✦ somebody make me feel alive and shatter me .

[eiiskonigin]

They say he likes a good time ( my, oh my ) He comes alive at midnight ( every night ) My mama doesn't trust him (my, oh my ) He's only here for one thing But-- ( so am I )

A little bit older A black leather jacket A bad reputation Insatiable habits He was onto me, One look and I couldn't breathe Yeah, I said, "If you kiss me I might let it happen"

I swear on my life that I've been a good girl... Tonight, I don't wanna be her !

#( music ) / ✦ endlessly twirling in a music box with a broken melody . #( ship.snowbird ) / ✦ somebody make me feel alive and shatter me . #/ someone made a version of this song without the shitty rap and i am delighted #/ (sorry if anyone likes the rap portion but it's. not my speed.) #/ anyway it's semi-late i can post this nonsense guilt-free

[eiiskonigin]

@littleblackqrow: 🎲

3. A kiss on the forehead

He's been a comfort to her, these past few weeks -- with everything she knew gone in a matter of hours, Winter felt as if she was drowning. Qrow, in his own strange way, became her life preserver. Sitting with her in a comfortable silence, or reminding her to take care of herself without just outright saying as much. And on those days when she cannot talk about it, cannot stand to accept the reality she has found herself in, he sparrs with her.

Just like old times, or something akin to it.

Tonight, he'd swung by her room when he was well aware she wouldn't be sleeping. Just a comfort, sitting with her while she read a book. The only hint that he had finally given himself over to his own exhaustion was when she felt Qrow's head slump down against her shoulder. Breathing out a soft chuckle, Winter set her book to the side, shifting about on the dormitory couch until she had Qrow laying down.

Gently, her lips brushed against his forehead, a silent thank you for keeping her sane during everything.

kiss roulette

#( littleblackqrow / qrow branwen ) / ✦ never met a strong person with an easy past . #( answered ) / ✦ do i make myself clear ? #( ship.snowbird ) / ✦ somebody make me feel alive and shatter me .

[eiiskonigin]

@flightofaqrow: "i can't find my shirt."

Well... there were certainly worse things, weren't there?

Winter is partway through pulling her underthings back on when Qrow speaks up, drawing her gaze over to his corner of the room. She should help him look, of course. That would speed this along, and perhaps save her from whatever idiocy will fall from her lips, as always seems to happen with the two of them. She really, really should.

Instead, she is silently watching his back, at where her nails left minor scratches along his shoulder ( not worth sparing the aura for, she assumed, being the only reason they remained ) and at the muscle that remains, for now, uncovered. It is only once he turns back in her direction to continue his search that she turns her gaze away, finishing pulling on her bra before standing off the bed to assist.

She finds it first, of course. She'd been the one to toss it the night prior, and had a vague idea of where it must have landed. It is only a slight motion to kick it beneath the bed, just out of view.

"What a shame."

She'll relent, of course, and give it back should he not find it on his own. For now, she sits herself back on the end of the bed, simply watching him.

morning after starters

#( flightofaqrow / qrow branwen ) / ✦ if you wanna break these walls down you're gonna get bruised . #/ look i just wanted to write these two getting to be soft for once okay?? she can be flirty once she defrosts #( ship.snowbird ) / ✦ somebody make me feel alive and shatter me . #( answered ) / ✦ do i make myself clear ?

[eiiskonigin]

@littleblackqrow: 11. for lazy morning sex

Winter was reaching for her scroll on the nightstand when Qrow's arm wrapped around her waist, and she would have sworn he had been sleeping only moments prior.

"Qrow," she attempts to put a scolding tone to her words, but she's still shaking off her sleep and it doesn't quite reach. "I need to start my morning. At the very least, I need to check my messages."

The hold he has on her relents, and she briefly ( foolishly ) thinks he's actually going to just let her get up without a fuss. Her scroll is retrieved, and she shifts to sit up against the pillows to begin checking her emails, messages, and whatever else she's missed by sleeping in as late as she had.

It really was her own fault, thinking that she could talk Qrow down that easily.

It begins with a kiss to her shoulder, something she barely even registers as she skims through the daily influx of requests. Moving to her neck, which she unawaredly gives further access to with a tilt of her head. It's only once she feels the scratch of Qrow's stubble against her chest that seems to tune back in to what exactly he's doing -- shifting his position and using her distraction to place himself between her legs, hands bracing either side of her waist to keep from pressing down onto her.

"...Qrow."

She thinks, from where his face has buried itself between her breasts, that she hears him mutter something about how he wasn't in the way of her checking her messages, and she almost kicks him. Her gaze glances back to her scroll, eyeing the time -- far later than she normally would have been out the door, but not quite late. Not yet.

His mouth trails down to her navel, and the shuddered breath that leaves her sounds less like a you need to stop and far more like a please, hurry.

When she does finally arrive to work, she's twenty minutes late with her hair down. No one says a word.

morning after starters

#( littleblackqrow / qrow branwen ) / ✦ never met a strong person with an easy past . #( answered ) / ✦ do i make myself clear ? #tw suggestive #( ship.snowbird ) / ✦ somebody make me feel alive and shatter me .

[eiiskonigin]

@flightofaqrow: swordplay

Whichever one of them is the better swordsman depends entirely on who you ask, but as far as Winter was concerned, she felt they were fairly evenly matched. Or would have been evenly matched, should the criteria simply be on actual swordsmanship.

The truth was, when the two of them fought, there tended to be more at play than just their own skills with a blade: Glyphs, Misfortune, and the fact that Qrow was easily twice her size and used as much to his advantage. Bastard.

But never let it be said that Winter did not learn from her losses.

She doesn't truly think she can disarm him, not physically and not with her rapier. That wouldn't stop her from trying. Today, her strikes focus less on doing the most damage and moreso on keeping Qrow on his toes. All she needs would be one second of misstep, one faltering movement. And if she cannot find it, she will create it -- however unfair that may be.

If Qrow didn't play fair, then why should she?

All she needed was a particularly low swing -- odds were in her favor, considering that Harbinger was still in its sword form and likely at its heaviest ( she's never handled it, actually, but assumes that the sword has to be heavier than the scythe. it would only make sense, right? ) So, she ducks down low, invites a swing in the direction she wishes, and he delivers. Too easily. She almost thinks he knows what she's doing, and nearly loses her nerve.

Nearly.

The Glyph beneath the pair sparks to life, the dust crystal within Edelweiss creating a thick crystal of ice around Harbinger's blade. With full knowledge that that will hold neither the weapon nor Qrow back for more than a moment, she gives a firm shove to try and throw him off balance -- hoping that the sleek terrain will give some assistance.

She does not tussle with him the way he had her, knows that if she gives him an inch he will take a mile, and she's far less likely to come out on top should he get half a chance to try. Instead, Edelweiss splits apart -- one blade piercing beneath his left arm, the other over his right shoulder. She is breathless even so, perhaps as much as she would have been had she wrestled him like they were children.

"...ha..." Perhaps she'd meant to say something more impressive, more haughty, but she simply seems surprised that it worked. And then, closer, "...I think I see why you like being on top."

swordplay meme

#( flightofaqrow / qrow branwen ) / ✦ if you wanna break these walls down you're gonna get bruised . #( ship.snowbird ) / ✦ somebody make me feel alive and shatter me . #/ this is not... well written..... friend pls just understand the vibes ;;

[eiiskonigin]

@flightofaqrow: 🎲

12. A kiss along the collar bone

She's exploring.

In these quiet moments, when he relents in his teasing for a few moments, when she lets down her guard enough to allow herself to be soft, she lets herself explore. With Qrow seated and her sat comfortably on his lap, Winter's fingers dance across his skin with a hesitant curiosity. Her gloves have been shed, tossed somewhere vaugely in the same direction as her jacket, leaving nothing between her fingers and the warmth of his skin.

They started with his hair, although she's spent enough time playing with it at this point that she is growing familiar with it. Then, trailing down the sharp line of his jaw, tilting his chin upward so she could dip a cool touch into the hollow of his throat, feeling him swallow. She cannot say for certain whether he is relaxed or simply feigning it, but she's given him more than enough time to explore her own body.

A little bit of turnabout was only fair.

From his throat, her fingers dip lower, tracing along his sternum -- once, twice, and the third time back to trace along prominent collarbones. It's there that she bends, pressing a gentle kiss to the thin skin there before daring to trace along it with her tongue. A glance, upward to his face, has her face suddenly dusting a light pink.

She's not an amateur when it comes to the physical, but she's never much cared for what her partners thought, in the past. That's the most irritating part about all of this. She does now.

So, in her newly flustered state, she hides her face against his neck, disguising it with another kiss and a gentle nip at his nape.

kiss roulette

#( flightofaqrow / qrow branwen ) / ✦ if you wanna break these walls down you're gonna get bruised . #( answered ) / ✦ do i make myself clear ? #( ship.snowbird ) / ✦ somebody make me feel alive and shatter me . #/ she can go from confident to immediate regret so quickly #/ frisky to embarrassed the second she looks at his face because ~she fears rejection so badly~

[eiiskonigin]

@unlockthestars: 🎲 [from Qrow]

38. A kiss while one party is carried

Her head is throbbing, the world only now fading back in while still dark around the edges. Blinking rapidly a few times in an attempt to try and clear away the haze, Winter had the distinct impression of movement -- despite the fact she is fairly certain she isn't moving. For a moment, the world faded away again, and she can't say how long it was before her mind returned to the present situation.

She's being... carried. That's what the sensation was -- a strong arm around her back and beneath her knees. Reality dawns back in on her: she'd been in a fight, must have pushed herself too hard and depleted her aura more quickly than she anticipated. With the Maiden powers, she seemed to have inexhaustable energy, but her aura still drained from the hits she took. She stopped monitoring, got overconfident, and then...

She looks to who's carrying her, and is hardly surprised to find that it's Qrow. The pace is slower now than it had seemed when she first woke up, his breathing less raggid. It must have been closer than she cared to think.

"Qrow?" Her voice draws his gaze down to hers, earning her a soft murmur. Something to the extent of look who's finally awake, although the blood is still rushing in her ears and making the sound a bit distant. He stops walking, presses his forehead against hers. He may have been hiding it, but she has the distinct impression he had been scared for her. "I'm sorry--" she murmurs, her throat raw, even as she lifts her head to kiss him, one hand capturing his face to prevent him from going far.

kiss roulette

#( unlockthestars / qrow branwen ) / ✦ i don't believe in fairy tales but i believe in you and me . #( answered ) / ✦ do i make myself clear ? #( verse.undetermined ) / ✦ i'm giving the unknown a chance . #( ship.snowbird ) / ✦ somebody make me feel alive and shatter me .

[eiiskonigin]

@badluckqrow: 🎲 (from Qrow)

32. A kiss while someone watches

Public displays of affection were something that Winter had always despised. When she was a girl, it seemed that they were always made by her father as an act of manipulation: an attempt to show to the world just how much he truly loved his wife, his family. In a very 'pay no attention to the man behind the curtain' manner, he used public affection as a smokescreen.

School was much the same -- these young couples who felt the need to express just how much they were in love, how their love was nothing like the rest. It was... sickening, in one way, and embarassing in the other.

Knowing how Winter felt about public displays, then, it was all the more surprising what she did that one afternoon.

Qrow had volunteered ( or was volun-told, as some of the students put it ) to work with the first years alongside her, while Team RWBY worked on getting themselves up to Atlas standard. They were sparring as an example, a masterclass on swordsmanship -- Winter representing the best that Atlas had to offer, and Qrow on the behalf of Beacon. Two vastly different but effective styles.

She's hardly surprised when she finds herself on the losing end: they go back and forth, but there's a renewed focus in his eyes these days. It must have something to do with giving up drinking. She'd like that look far more if it wasn't currently aimed at her, as the curve of Harbinger's blade presses her against the wall. He's close, now, and still looking at her with that clarity in his eyes.

Oh, fuck.

This was a strategy. That's what she told herself, shortly before she pressed forward -- ignoring the pinch of Harbinger's steel combatting her Aura -- to steal a kiss from her sparring partner. Sure enough, she feels the scythe dip somewhat, having caught him and her students equally off guard.

What happened next happened a bit too quickly -- a thrum of energy, the sparking of dust, and Winter's glyph sent Qrow flying across the training room with the help of a gravity dust crystal hidden away in Edelweiss' hilt.

"Remember, students: use anything to your advantage in battle."

kiss roulette

#( badluckqrow / qrow branwen ) / ✦ no sympathy or sweetness ; no wonder i'm cynical . #( verse.03 ) / ✦ enemies surround me but the worst appear as friends . #/ winter vc: this was just for the class #/ ahuh sure bitch #( ship.snowbird ) / ✦ somebody make me feel alive and shatter me .