Ozqrow dark materials drabble where Oz and Qrow touch each other’s daemons for the first time (Great meta post for ch. 4 tonight!)

itsclydebitches:

Thanks, anon! Fun fact: I know absolutely nothing about this series and everything you see here was slapped together from the info dump a friend gave me. So any horrific mistakes are now ~artistic license~ 😀

Qrow was cursed.

He’d realized as much on an otherwise bright, Autumn day when he’d first caught sight of the distinguished Headmaster Ozpin, a man he’d spoken to numerous times over encrypted letters, but had never had the pleasure of meeting in person. At the end of each letter was Ozpin’s loopy, surprisingly messy signature… and a paw-print in ink, courtesy of his daemon. Qrow should have realized something was wrong with him even back then. It was one thing to trace the dips and curves of the man’s name in the relative privacy of a tavern bed, wondering idly if he was as kind and brilliant as his words implied. It was something else to trace his daemon’s mark with the same sort of reverence.

He hadn’t thought much of it though. Qrow would face the Gods and swear it as absolute truth. He’d had no false, twisted intentions when he’d accepted Ozpin’s invitation to visit his Academy—a gesture of trust that had warmed Qrow’s chest and set Munin’s feathers ruffling. They were combatants in war, friends even, and the chance to finally meet face-to-face was a gift he wasn’t sure he deserved. Qrow had fully prepared himself for seeing the imposing figure of legend; a man whose appearance matched his wit, and he’d been ready. As ready as any mortal man could be, anyway.

Qrow had not counted on Ozpin’s daemon though.

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