#、 ⠀ ་ ⸼ ⸒ ✴ ⠀ interaction › qrow branwen.

[luxcruor]

[ knuckle ] percy lifts qrow's hand to their lips and places a kiss there :)

. * SAILOR FORGOT THE MEME : / / @xbadnews guiding the glass to his lips qrow’s brow barely twitches as hard liquor slides down his throat. face twisting for only a moment as percy no doubt waits impatiently for an explanation to the state of his partner. bruises staining his cheekbone and jaw with redden bloody knuckles. qrow raises a finger towards percy, an attempt to silence his frantic questions as he takes another drink, a god abandoned man praying the numbness would take over his aching bones and battered ribs. he sighs as his lips part from the glass. “ i heard ya .. i heard ya. “ he grumbles. “ gods damnit perc’ ’s fine. just some aristocratic asswipe in town. he had some shit to say about you so —“ he shrugs glancing over his shoulder.

“ i reminded him to use manners. don’t worry yer’ pretty head about it—“ qrows hand swats the air but is stopped. a leather glove catches his wrist and percy’s gaze melts from hardened concern to stern caring.. such a subtle shift but qrow can always tell. qrows own eyes soften as the other brings his hand to their lips pressing delicate kisses across qrows battered knuckles. the hunter’s heart flips in his chest. rose flushing his cheeks as he huffs out. ( “ i- i said don’t worry about me.” )

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" nnnmph! " qrow growls as their lips collide. nails puncture the skin of his palm at the taste of metal sliding around his mouth. tyrian clamped on like a vice sets off the rage he'd been desperate to swallow. he thrashes his legs inhaling sharp through his nose before cocking his head to melding their lips.. any opening he can get before biting down to taste more metal. eyes remain open and glaring daggers. tyrian may have his body pinned down but, not his will to fight back.

⠀⠀“ Oh. ” ⠀Tyrian's smile drops and he leans back, almost looking sad. ⠀“ I see. ”⠀ He looks mournfully between Qrow and the pin still trapped in his claws, and sighs.⠀ “ Well then... LET ME HELP. ”

⠀⠀It happens in a blur. Tyrian slips the pin back into his mouth and descends upon Qrow, smashing his mouth against the huntsman's with bruising force. Teeth clatter as he shoves his tongue down Qrow's throat, the metal from Clover's pin threatening to choke him more than the offending muscle.

⠀⠀If Tyrian's had it in his mouth as often as he's implied, there's no chance of any speck of blood being left, but his message is damn clear :⠀ he's determined to take anything he can from Qrow.

[luxcruor]

gives qrow a mighty hug from the side and kisses all over his cheek

.* RANDOM ASKS. / @desuetmort.

" h-- ? O UF!! " damn she hits like a BULLET train. ( he always could take huge hits in stride. ) qrow's mouth curves into a FOUND smile as her arms stabilize him in the moment. her strength was immense , pulling a strained noise from qrow as if he were a toy. a gravely chuckle follows as his cheek is assaulted with NO MERCY. hearing that voice brought a warmth back to his skin like the rays of a summer sun.

" well, hey t'you too, snow dove. "

[luxcruor]

someone of qrows choice is gonna smooch tf outta him

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 : 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 * /

“ 𝑭𝒆𝒓’ 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐’𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂 how about you shut me up yourself ??? “

The hunter crosses his arms as Miguel gazed over his shoulder to glare at qrow. When the other begins to cross the room towards him Qrow’s cocky smirk only widens as the other crosses the room. Claws fingers puncture Qrow’s cheek and jaw like a ripe tomato. Blood runs down stubbled jaw as Miguel’s lips unceremoniously crash into Qrow’s, shutting him up. Well, he did just tell him to. The hunter grips at the other’s wrist that held him. Nails digging into their wrist as Qrow kisses back just as aggressive and hungry. GODS.. he loved how Miguel seemed to envelop Qrow within his own aura. The overbearing presence was like a weighted blanket for Qrow and so he relaxes as Miguel’s arms snakes around his waist to press their bodies closer. He wants him to be even CLOSER. Eyes drift open to observe Miguel’s ferocity in a languid wonder drowning in his overpowering presence.

[luxcruor]

" that looks like it hurts. " ( *chanting* Qrow! Qrow! Qrow! )

* / / : 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫, 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫, 𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇 * ! ! } * @eraserisms

“ what, this— ? ? “ The huntsmen chuckles swaying in his stance. ( not the worst day he’s had. but, it was getting up there. ) It had to be a power sponge type, didn’t it ?? Just when the day had been going halfway decent. all he did was call them in but thought he’d told them to keep everyone AWAY. Scuffed dress shoes stumble along the shattered pavement following a pain filled cough qrow's arm raises in front of shota. “ wait—“ The huntsman’s gaze hones in on the path ahead smirking at the charging assailant their very stomps shaking the foundations of nearby buildings. “ ' know it’s not the same here but, back where i’m from—did you know crows are a sign of bad luck ?? “ he quips out, tasting copper. the villain is nearly on them but as the words die on his tongue a streetlight falls from it’s place and finds a new one atop qrow’s opponent. “ Nnngh ! ! Shit..! alright, knock yourself out.. ” qrow grunts out nodding ahead. wrapping an arm around his rib the exhaustion tugs at his lungs and each breath was a violent stabbing pain. ( damnit.. was it one rib or two this time ?? ) Looks like the reinforcements had arrived.

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“ you weasley little—“

The man’s temper flares, grabbing quinn by the shirt and yanking him closer. voice growling as he

“ i know you don’t ever consider shit like this when you go airing information you don’t understand but you publish that and the guy i’v been tracking for months gets away again. now , if you ever gave a damn about anyone else or any innocent people you hurt along the way you’ll quit this bullshit right now, quinn. do you understand me ?! ”

His naturally soft red eyes are hardened and glare right through quinn.

“ Stop running. “

"... You don't wh-want this PUBLISHED?" The article in their hands. Printed so neatly— and all just for them! Whatever dirty secrets they were hiding were plastered in black and white ink, soon to be disclosed on a digital screen for all eyes to see and for the internet to keep in its dark crevices.

It's very clear what this was. It was to be nothing short of BLACKMAIL. And Quinn, on his usual dulled face, CAN'T GRIN ANY WIDER. Twisted, and perverted, knowing how much he was in control now.

"— Then BEG."

open - quinn.

[luxcruor]

( cont’ from x / @bigidiotenergy ) Why did he always fall for the men with noble hearts and thick heads. Bigby was so much like Qrow, blinding himself to others intentions when they didn’t match up to their own self hatred. The p.i sighs as fabletowns sherif shrugs off the shot he’s just so bravely taken. Of course. A smile tugs at his lips as he reaches out to the other. Taking another shot Qrow stares into the other man’s enchanting eyes as he tightly holds Bigby’s hand. “ No reason.” He rasps out as his eyes fall to the other’s lips. If Bigby was like Qrow.. perhaps actions would speak louder. It happens one breath later. Qrow presses a passionate kiss on bigby’s mouth as his next shot.. if it didn’t land hopefully the message stuck. Qrow hand tightens its hold. Did this answer Bigby’s question?

[luxcruor]

❛ i’m tired. i’m so tired. ❜ - frank at qrow i bat my innocent lil eyes….

. * SAILOR FORGOT THE MEME . : / / @bigidiotenergy

" yeah yeah.." ( sheesh. here we go. ) the hunter sighs out finger tracing the rim of his glass placed on frank's fold-out table. another safehouse. the dry burn warming his stomach as the addictive blanket of numbness floods to his limbs. now, he can relax. a sweet and deceptive cloud surrounds his brain while his gaze wanders the other's figure. frank's statement doesn't impress qrow who rolls his eyes. " get in line, pal. you ain't the only one. so, either whine over there or be tired over here. "

[luxcruor]

CONT’D @biskael from x

“ i mean hey, i’d say better luck next time but—“ qrow all but snickers under his breath at the other. his look knowing and taunting with arms spread in mock surrender. proving the point of holding pride in being able to annoy the man.

“ ’s not happening ANYTIME with me around, pal.”

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“ well, i got a soft spot for bullets. “ the massive blade of Harbinger folds down across the space between them.. after a CLANG echoes throughout the chamber. the huntsman smirks as his finger curls down on the trigger on the hilt, bullet firing to the sound of gears whirring and clicking in the mechanisms adorning the chamber. the RECOIL curved with his wrist to deflect the blow. the blade adorned in knots of vines arching into a harsh angle over his head, the hilt extending out into a staff. the huntsman twirls his scythe creating distance between them for now. with a snicker he nods towards his opponent. “ but, yeah. i’d say i fancy both. Chef. ”

" OH HO ! A MAN who doesn't want to go down without a fight , eh ? I don't like using my fists , really . a torturer needs his hands , after all ... "

" do you fancy blades , by any chance ? " but , the hunter didn't wait for a response . the cruel metal slid from its sheath with a practiced motion , and then , he'd lunged . never wanting to truly turn down an offer of violence .

[luxcruor]

❛  i  just  want  it  to  stop  .  ❜ clover to qrow

BREAKING DOWN : m: qrow / @nectaric

oh, how his heart bleeds for you. qrow's brow softens as he closes the distance between them. no, not you.. he wouldn't let it touch you, Clover. whatever clouds of dread loomed around in that head of his spoke the same language as qrow's. inky , black and sticky with self-doubt and self-hate. calloused palms brush Clover's cheek carefully as qrow presses gentle lips against the other man's wrist. gaze focused on his lover's eyes as their chests collide keeping his back to the rest of the world, becoming clover's shield. though the hallways of vacuo academy had emptied he couldn't be too careful. qrow speaks his words carefully voice as light and gentle as his gravely tones would allow. " hey, it will.. it will. -- hey, eyes on me, love. tell me what you need. " qrow says touching his forehead to clover's as the words echo off the hallowed walls.

[luxcruor]

❛  you want me, right? so hurt me, and leave them alone!  ❜ from clover for qrow ... what did they get themselves into

🌙  *  ―   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. / /

THE WIND. it's uncharacteristically frigid. the whole of the room dimmed in moonlight and judging by the moon's position wherever this place was the heat from the sun of vacuo's desert had to be at least four hours away. that tip sent in had been a damn set-up. with the fall of atlas communications were old-fashioned in origin now, radio signal. now he was tied to a chair. thankfully Clover was left alone, seemingly still unconscious from whatever gas used arms chained above his head. a few persuasive minutes of cattle-pod driven questions later qrow slumped against the metal chair smirks at their captor, head of a clan of desert theives as they repeat their demands. ' how about using that big mouth to tell me your flight path. ' with a quirked brow qrow sighs out a hoarse " what, that ? ― try hittin' me again. see if i remember- " a fist barrels into his jaw and qrow's smirk is gone. he could take a punch, sure but Clover began to stir as qrow's head whips to the side. mouth tasting of hot copper qrow struggles against the chains forcing him down. no, no, shut up. stop talking. it works and their captor turns their attention to Clover. something inside qrow’s chest is a blaze of rage as his lip bleeds. “ Hey! No— you don’t touch him! you don’t even look at him! don’t you fucking DARE! ” qrow snarls out as the panic flood through him for the first time.

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IT'S JUST CRASHES AND SCREAMS. / / the scorpion faunus's sick laughter bounces around the huntsmans head as he gazed out the window of shade academy. rubble crashing and BOOMING as the upper city of atlas came crashing down on mantle. qrow blood runs just as cold the moment clover's voice is heard and shoulders HARDEN in defense. . damnit but, those delicate eyes of clover's BORE a hole through qrow, isolating him from everything just by being seen. only clover had the power to do this. at first meeting qrow would compare it to a spotlight, EXPOSING but in truth it was the sun, warm. with a hesitant turn qrow catches a glimpse of the top of clover's scar. like a cloud cover blocking out the light he was far from any hope. with a sunken heart and sullen tone he answers.

" which part ? lotsa' GREAT of places to start. "

vacuo was hot. for a huntsman who had spent most of his life in the cold, it was a drastic change. even moreso in the process of recovery with his wounds still healing. but that had not stopped clover from exploring, wandering the warm hallways of shade academy, taking slow steps so as to avoid aggravating his wounds. the worst of the grimm had been staved off, and for now, salem as well. not that clover would have been any help in this state.

not that he had been any help in any state, he thought bitterly.

the hallways had been relatively quiet, most people preparing in other parts of the academy for future battles. clover had not expected to run into anyone in this wing, but it would be just his luck that it was none other than qrow branwen.

"qrow." clover murmured, giving the other huntsman a nod of his head. "how are you holding up with... all of this?"

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[luxcruor]

👀   //   percy grabs qrow's jaw   &   directs his gaze toward his!

. * 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. / @xfindingtrouble

" uh huh, sure whatev- "

gloved fingers grip at the bloodhunter's jaw, twisting him to face those dramatic emerald eyes. the air between them so much heavier. oh, wonderful he'd struck a nerve. so desperate for control all the time . qrow watches with a tensed brow the more he spoke. something was happening inside of percy. qrow could feel it. learning to read the unspoken emotions in others was a skill he couldn't afford to not have. there was an air about him, once focused now vibrating with chaos. it was clear to qrow that whatever they were about to walk into was personal. that would've been wonderful information. how very percy of him to forgot that. eyes like raging wildfire glare forward shaking in their betrayal. they plea for a fleeting moment why won't you just talk to me?

" hey ! i am--- paying attention , your lordship. " qrow jabs allowing himself to be maneuvered at percy's hand.. for now.

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@stovthearted con't from *.

" heh, if i told ya the kinda shit i say to all the guys in the military, i'd ruin my shot. " he hums enjoying the view. mid-shelf whiskey flows past his lips and qrow raises a hand to signal the bar-keep. " hey , can i get another ? ? ? maybe somethin’ for — uh, this guy. " the man bats his eyes rattling the ice in the now empty glass before pointing at the other.

“ you got a name, handsome?”

[luxcruor]

trace.  for percy to trace their hand along qrow's ( skin / scars ).

🌙  *  ―  ‘ 𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 ’ . / @xfindingtrouble.

. the day was running out so , training outside in a cooling air of the falling evening seemed a decent idea. with his shirt tossed over a nearby log he had been finishing up the last of his weapon exercises when a member of the party called. a quaint smile curves his lips as he recognizes the voice. his the pretty nobleman. dinner was done. had it been that long? he’d been gone long enough it seemed. he turns to percy, resting the blunt end of harbinger over his shoulder. qrow sees the twinge of worry in the other as he approached. any flirt he'd had prepared for the noble died on his tongue as he's touched.

“ that’s— “ qrow’s breath shudders past his lips as percy’s fingers graze the crack permanently etched so crudely over his abdomen. for an awful moment he’s back to the searing pain of the poison flooded in his veins as his body and mind beginning to go haywire. the gaze of percy’s eyes were special though, crafted by will and focus to find the center of everything.. at least in qrow. was it weird to be thrilled to be in someone’s sights ?? probably not but qrow didn’t seem to mind if it was the man before him. he can’t help but move closer. the fear in his chest simmering down to a wary excitement.

“ helluva’ story there. let’s jus' say i hate scorpions fer' a reason. ”

he says with an airy chuckle . silently pleading with his hands to remain steady as the poison’s fever dreams haunting press down on his chest. his joints suddenly feel rusted. ( easy now. ) there it was again though, in percy's eyes, that slight give in his brow. ah, hell.. that probably wasn't the most comforting answer. ( nice job, birdbrain ) MOVE YOU FOOL. ever the worrier as always , percy. always thinking. qrow's gaze softens as he reaches down, ever the protector. he guides the other’s wrist along to qrow’s waist where various uneven and random scars litter his skin like a worn hilt.

“ now these.. got thrown right into a top-shelf of fancy wine glasses. that's a much better story, bigshot. "