Things We Said
…against our mouths
Their kiss was just like the chaos surrounding them- frenzied,hungry, hidden in shadow and desperate for reprieve, for air, for rest.
Robyn was up ahead, waiting for signs of Tyrian Callows. "We need to focus," Qrow complained as they parted again, gasping for air.
Clover kissed him regardless. Something was coming; something ominous was lurking in his heart, a foreboding sense that he had never felt in his entire life washing over him.
It was dread.
Never had he felt his own Aura to so wholly reject the situation at hand. It was as if his Semblance itself was telling him that there was no hope.
The only question was, what would Clover be losing?
So, as Mantle burned around them, Grimm invading the streets and civilians screaming into the smoky night as they desperately ran towards escape pods, their comrades fighting for their lives and their loved ones trying to retain any piece of their sanity, Clover continued to kiss Qrow, holding the man's body flush against his own in the shadows. He moved against Qrow's lips, the words he'd always wanted to say to the man falling off his tongue into their joined mouths. It was just for a little while. He just needed Qrow for a little while longer, to imprint his taste, touch, scent into his memory forever.
Because if even his luck couldn't save them- if his Semblance couldn't act as a buffer- then what would Qrow's misfortune do to him?