Fables

Fuck, it was barely even a week after Clover had died. He'd run and fight, it didn't help that his nieces were out somewhere. When he was falling off the edge with the wind in his ears, welcoming his death like an old friend. He didn't think twice about dying, he closed his eyes and waited. "Lucky you, huh?" The soft voice filled with sarcasm and love. Qrow's eyes shot open, tears streaming down his face as he gripped onto the person's hand. Thinking his reason to live had come back, the serotonin coursing through his veins as he cried. It was just a stranger. Fuck what was he thinking? People don't come back from the dead, not without a catch. "Yeah. Lucky me." God, he needed a drink.