[Qrow snorts. Dumb kid. For a moment, he just breathes, looking around at this image of Beacon. His exhales come deeply, as if his lungs are under a great weight.
Then, carefully, Qrow pulls a photograph from his shirt. Without looking at Akechi, he holds it out to him. There are four faces on it: Qrow, clean-shaven, standing upright and unflinching. A woman with dark hair and eyes as red as his, with a slight smile on her face. A blond bruiser of a man, grinning. And against a tree, half-hidden by her white hood, a smiling woman with silver eyes.
Akechi might spot the resemblances—the way Yang is a mix of the dark-haired woman's build and that of the blond man, the shared features between Qrow and that same woman. Or maybe context is enough. Because Beacon is the place where Qrow met the people who mattered the most to him. These people, and one more, is why the memory of Beacon is held so close to Qrow's heart.
The tear stains and the watermark from a glass might be giveaways, too. But then, those look old, older than even their time here, faded with the photograph. Qrow has kept this picture with him for a very long time.]
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Then, carefully, Qrow pulls a photograph from his shirt. Without looking at Akechi, he holds it out to him. There are four faces on it: Qrow, clean-shaven, standing upright and unflinching. A woman with dark hair and eyes as red as his, with a slight smile on her face. A blond bruiser of a man, grinning. And against a tree, half-hidden by her white hood, a smiling woman with silver eyes.
Akechi might spot the resemblances—the way Yang is a mix of the dark-haired woman's build and that of the blond man, the shared features between Qrow and that same woman. Or maybe context is enough. Because Beacon is the place where Qrow met the people who mattered the most to him. These people, and one more, is why the memory of Beacon is held so close to Qrow's heart.
The tear stains and the watermark from a glass might be giveaways, too. But then, those look old, older than even their time here, faded with the photograph. Qrow has kept this picture with him for a very long time.]