Qrow.

Chapter 51 | Passion's Veil

A/N: So the main bulk of the story is over, but I'm still going to do random little scenes. Sort of like OVAs in Anime. Same universe and all, but there's no real big plot or anything. Just a little more story for you to enjoy. 

Also, I believe I've said this before but no harm in saying it again. Even tho certain characters in this story have had Daddy kinks (Ex: Ghost, Paris) the only couple that's in an actually DDLG relationship is Cecil and Kitty. 

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Nearly every room in the mansion had been terrorized by Marci's lack of control over her telekinesis. It was a crude realization for everyone. As soon as they were off bed rest, they'd have to spend time recognizing their rooms. For someone like Kettil, that was a bigger nightmare than the attack itself. Whenever Joy woke from her comatose state, she was sure to have a heart attack.

Beau found it therapeutic, however. After spending two days straight treating his patients and getting them back to themselves, he needed a break. Even if that meant re-stacking every book in his office. He was still pretty banged up from the fight. The fact that the toxin had worn off on him as fast as it did was a blessing. Many of the others still had yet to be able to move.

He tensed up when he heard the door open. For once, he wasn't hiding his wings. After keeping them concealed in front of his patients while he was so weak, he didn't have much energy left to make them disappear. 

"Relax." Jasper spoke as he closed the door behind him, "It's just me. It's been awhile since I've seen you with your wings out."

He continued placing books back on the shelves to get through the pile in his hands. "Don't think it's because I've changed my mind about concealing them. I just don't have much energy right now to be wasting it hiding them when I'm alone." He turned around to pick up more novels, realizing a change had occurred in his old friend. "Your hair... You changed it. I never thought you'd ever budge from your black hair."

His long locks remained the same length. In fact, they may have even gotten longer, but now the majority was a ashy white. The top still held true to it's black as night shade. Jasper walked over to Beau's desk, hoping on it to sit. "We all have to change sometime. I figured I'd refresh my look in honor of so many wonderful new things happening. Plus, with a new body, why not have new hair?"

"I nearly forgot you had a new body. You're still as alluring as ever." He charmed. Beau finished putting away the last of the thrown books. He changed his attention to his old friend, setting his hands on either side of him on the desk. "With as much control as you have over yourself, I find it hard to believe you can't turn off your ability to make everyone you encounter desire you."

"Hmm, maybe I just like to play with you." Jasper traced his fingers up his thigh slowly, "Maybe, I just want to test your self control. You were the one that told me you weren't attracted to me, but simply my sexuality."

He seeped a low growl of anger, "Stop trying to put me under a spell. If you want to fuck me it's not going to happen." Beau pushed himself back from Jasper. He walked around his desk, gazing out the window to ignore him.

"My dear, why would I bother with you when I have an entire manor full of servants?" He remarked cockily.

"Because I'm the one you can't have. You forget, I've worked alongside you for many years. I know you like a challenge. And, you like a conquest. It seems your victor over Tesla has left you craving more." 

"Damn you, crows." He scoffed, sauntering towards the door, "I hate your intuition. I can't ever play my games with you."

Beau lowered his head slightly. He closed his eyes, thinking about the only other crow he'd ever even heard of. Though he'd never met Angelo, Chris and Finch had both spoken so fondly of his warmth. How his life ended, Beau feared he'd meet the same fate someday. Crows tend to die by the hand of murder. Their rarity makes them high game for hunters.