Qrow is- well, you know, maybe better than anyone else; Qrow is Qrow, unapologetically and unabashedly so. Years of travelling and fighting side by side with him, you’ve learn to know what a curve of his arm means, and the thin creaking of the gears in his scythe. Sword? Swythe? (Whatever.)
When he follows his niece on a literal suicide mission, you trail behind. Taiyang scolds you for it, the day before you leave.
“He’s trouble,” Tai frowns, pausing. “Quite literally, actually.”
“Qrow is nothing I haven’t dealt with before.” You chuckle, waving away his doubt. “I’ve dealt with him for years.”
“Misfortune isn’t something to laugh at, (Name).”
You look at him quietly, the humour in your gaze gone, “I know, Tai.”
“Then?” The question hangs heavy in the air, and you can