let me go

by Faulty Paragon

Qrow does not want to lose anyone ever again. He would be happy to work alone forever if he could keep his loved ones safe. After one rough mission by Clover's side, his determination is finally challenged. He's got a good luck charm now, after all. -aka a short drabble collection following how Qrow finally understands just how much Clover is willing to give him.

8. Chapter 8

let me go

The hand which presses up against his heart is teasing, knowing; despite blood seeping through his lips, Clover is still jovial. "Hey, calm down. Let's not attract the Grimm while we're at it, eh?"

Qrow wants to snarl, bite back; how can Clover be so calm? "Your luck won't save you if your Aura's gone," he manages to hiss out, blinking away tears that wish to flow in tandem with the pool below Clover.

Clover grins a bloody smile. "Pull it out."

"You're fucking mad."

"Only for you."

Qrow lets out a hoarse bark of a laugh. The knife is pulled out. His hands are stained, but staunching gel shall ease some of his guilt. Some of it.