Red, White, and Pink All Over
He's long since made peace with the fact that the feeling's her, not the booze. Qrow x Winter drabbles. Rated for language and references to drinking.
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY. This is a work of fanfiction.
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"Hey!...I'm talkin' to you, Ice Queen."
Qrow, to Winter, It's Brawl In The Family
He's always wondered why he liked pissing her off so much.
Maybe it's the faint flush of crimson on ivory skin, the pale narrowing of cerulean eyes (to him, anyways, because he's memorized every minutiae of detail on that face, even better than she knew), and that curving, curious smile every time she swings a retort, glare, or sword at him. Maybe it's the fact that he one, took the time to learn what pissed her off the most was annoying; two, purposefully engaged in said actions for that purpose was irritating; three, continued to do so even as she struggled to maintain some type of control was exquisitely entertaining. After all, it only took so little to set her off. A jab about old Ironwood here, an irreverent disregard of the military there, and presto- one angry, passionate, and hot as hell Winter Schnee, lunging through the air, words and glyphs aiming for his heart, just like she is in at the bottom of every dream, flask, and bottle.
(He's long made peace with the fact that the feeling's her, not the booze, however much he pretended otherwise.)
If you ask Winter, though, she'll say (no, wai...wait, she would ex-pli-cate, emphasis on the -kate, because that's a long and eloquent and Winter-y kind of word) that he pisses her off purely for the hell of it, just because he can. That wasn't completely true; not entirely, anyways. The hot as hell was there. That was the heaven of it, too, not that he called it such to her face. She knows his intention like she knows every stony plane on his face. It's the faint flickering of electricity beneath vermillion eyes, the bare hint of emotions whizzing through the air, and the tingle of goosebumps every time he teases, parries, and blocks. He doesn't even have to try, either. He just is and all she wants is to bend him to her will, insofar as a man like Qrow would be willing to bend for an absurd amount of bending in return.
(She's nearly as poised around him as she is around everyone else.)
Maybe that's why he likes pissing her off so much.
(But only at himself, though.
Only him.)
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Welp. I don't think I've ever fallen so hard for a ship.
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