Qrow has to close his eyes a moment against the feeling that someone's just reached into his chest and squeezed his heart until it's ready to burst. Shit. Fuck. He's not sure if he pushed too hard or just enough. He's not Ozpin--gentleness doesn't come easily or naturally to him; he does not know how to coax strays out of the rain with a honeyed voice and an ever-present warmth that seeps into the bones.
He is coarse and rough and has too many jagged edges, sometimes cutting even when he doesn't mean to. He breathes, and tries to search for the correct attitude. It would ring insincere if he tried to take Ozpin's approach, but he does not have it in him to be mean to a lonely child.
Ultimately, he takes a road somewhere in the middle.]
Really? Maybe you should listen to her message again. I seem to remember she called you a free person.
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Nobody wanted me, I was cursed.
Qrow has to close his eyes a moment against the feeling that someone's just reached into his chest and squeezed his heart until it's ready to burst. Shit. Fuck. He's not sure if he pushed too hard or just enough. He's not Ozpin--gentleness doesn't come easily or naturally to him; he does not know how to coax strays out of the rain with a honeyed voice and an ever-present warmth that seeps into the bones.
He is coarse and rough and has too many jagged edges, sometimes cutting even when he doesn't mean to. He breathes, and tries to search for the correct attitude. It would ring insincere if he tried to take Ozpin's approach, but he does not have it in him to be mean to a lonely child.
Ultimately, he takes a road somewhere in the middle.]
Really? Maybe you should listen to her message again. I seem to remember she called you a free person.