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Shards of Reminisce Ch.57 ♥
🕑 Added 2025-10-09 18:13:20 +0000 UTCDisclaimer: Everyone in this chapter is a consenting adult above 18+ years.
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-Jeanne d’Arc-
Jeanne shifted nervously in her seat, her hands fidgeting in her lap as she sat across from the Headmaster in his office atop Beacon’s tower.
"I want to be absolutely clear, Miss d'Arc," Ozpin had said when she'd first arrived, his voice carrying that peculiar weight that made even simple statements feel significant. "You've done nothing wrong. I simply wish to discuss once more what happened in the hallway weeks ago."
That strange vision. The old man and the four women. The glowing orbs that had felt so impossibly real.
They'd already tested her ability once since that initial incident, and to Jeanne's surprise - and considerable embarrassment - it had happened again. The moment she'd touched Ozpin's hand during that first test, the world had shifted after a throbbing headache that made her feel like her skull was splitting open. She'd found herself watching a knight in shining armor riding a horse through a sun-dappled forest, happily munching on an apple while humming what sounded like an old Valean folk song. The vision had been so vivid, so overwhelmingly real, that she'd felt the warmth of the sun on her skin and smelled the sweet fragrance of flowers blooming along the forest path. She could even hear the rhythmic clip-clop of the horse's hooves on packed dirt.
At least that time she hadn't ended up passed out in an infirmary bed.
Now there was a third person in the office - a man who'd introduced himself as Qrow Branwen, uncle to both Ruby and Yang. He looked rough around the edges, with dark spiky hair, sharp red eyes, and what seemed like a short sword strapped to his back. Despite his somewhat disheveled appearance and the faint smell of alcohol that clung to him, there was something undeniably sharp about the man.
"Alright, kiddo," Qrow said, leaning against Ozpin's desk with his arms crossed and a slight smirk playing at his lips. "Let's see what you've got."
"Miss d'Arc," Ozpin instructed calmly, setting down his ever-present coffee mug, "I'd like you to focus just as you did before. Place your hand on Mr. Branwen's shoulder and concentrate."
Jeanne nodded, standing up and approaching the veteran huntsman. She reached out, her hand settling on his shoulder - she could feel the coarse fabric of his cloak and the solid muscle beneath. And so she concentrated, trying to recreate that strange pulling sensation from before.
And…
Nothing.
She waited a few more seconds, her brow furrowing as she tried harder to make something happen.
Still nothing.
She looked up at the headmaster in confusion. "I... nothing's happening."
"Yeah, I'm not feeling anything either," Qrow confirmed, glancing down at her hand with mild curiosity. "No tingles, no weird headaches, nothing. And trust me, I'm actually sober this time, so I'd notice."
Ozpin stroked his chin thoughtfully, then exchanged a look with Qrow.
The veteran raised an eyebrow but nodded back, a strange grin crossing his face. "Alright then. Don't freak out, kid."
Before Jeanne could ask what he meant, the man was engulfed in a soft light. She yelped in surprise, stumbling backward. When the light died down, The veteran huntsman was gone. In his place, a black crow with the same piercing red eyes flapped its wings and landed on Ozpin's desk, cawing once as if amused by her reaction.
Jeanne's jaw dropped. "What?! He- you- that's-" She pointed at the crow with a trembling finger, words completely failing her. Her mind was reeling because people couldn't just turn into animals!
That wasn't how semblances worked!
Was it?
"I didn't know semblances could do that!!" Jeanne exclaimed, her shock giving way to fascinated wonder as she stared at the crow. It tilted its head at her, looking remarkably smug for a bird.
"Indeed, Miss d'Arc," Ozpin said, taking a leisurely sip of his coffee. "Semblances come in many shapes and forms. Every day brings discovery of completely new abilities, each unique to their user." He paused, giving her another look. "Though yours, I must admit, is particularly... intriguing. So please, go ahead once more. Touch our friend in his current form."
Jeanne swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. Slowly, hesitantly, she reached out toward the crow.
Jeanne reached out tentatively, her fingers hovering just above the crow's head for a moment before making contact. The instant she touched the glossy black feathers, her world exploded.
Pain lanced through her skull like a lightning bolt, and a deafening buzzing sound filled her ears, drowning out everything else.
When she finally managed to force her eyes open, she wasn't in Ozpin's office anymore.
She stood in a grassy clearing, sunlight filtering through leaves overhead. No - not just any clearing. As her vision cleared, she recognized the distinctive architecture in the distance. This was Beacon's grounds, though something felt different about it.
Older, perhaps, or just... earlier.
Movement caught her attention. Under a large tree, a young man lay sprawled in the grass, arms crossed behind his head. Jeanne's breath caught - it was unmistakably Qrow, though younger. His face had fewer lines, his eyes less weary, among other traits.
Near him, a woman sat cross-legged on the grass, methodically sharpening a katana. She had black hair that fell past her shoulders and those same striking red eyes. However, Jeanne had to do a double-take and realized that she looked a lot like Yang, as if she just dyed her hair black.
"You know…" young Qrow said lazily, not opening his eyes, "most people use their weapon classes to maintain their weapons, not break time."
"Most people aren't trying to beat you in next week's sparring match," the woman replied without looking up from her blade.
"Rae, you beat me last time."
"Exactly. And I plan to maintain that."
Qrow cracked one eye open. "You take everything too seriously. Combat class, training, even breakfast is like a contest with you."
"Someone has to balance out your complete lack of seriousness," she countered, finally pausing her work.
"I'm plenty serious when it counts," Qrow protested, sitting up. "I just don't see the point in walking around with a stick up my-"
"Language," she warned, though her lips twitched.
"I was going to say 'spine,'" Qrow said with exaggerated innocence. "What did you think I was going to say?"
Despite herself, the corner of her mouth quirked upward.
"There it is!" Qrow pointed at her face triumphantly. "I saw that! You almost smiled!"
"I did not."
"You totally did. Admit it, Raven, I'm hilarious."
"You're tolerable at best," she said, but there was warmth in her voice now.
Qrow flopped back down dramatically. "Tolerable. She says I'm tolerable. I'm wounded, Rae. Mortally wounded by your cruel words."
"You'll survive."
"I don't know," he sighed theatrically. "I might need medical attention. Possibly some words of encouragement. Maybe an acknowledgment that I'm actually funny-"
"Oh my gods, fine!" Raven threw a small twig at him, and Qrow caught it with a grin. "You're occasionally amusing. Happy now?"
"Occasionally amusing," Qrow repeated, as if savoring the words. "I'll take it. That's basically a declaration of undying sisterly love from you."
"Don't push it."
"Too late, already pushed." He sat up again, his grin widening. "Remember that time in Professor Messer's class when you tried to-"
"We swore never to speak of that again," Raven interrupted quickly.
"But it was so funny! You were so embarrassed-"
"Qrow Branwen, if you finish that sentence-"
"You accidentally called him 'Dad' in front of the entire class!" Qrow burst out laughing.
Raven's face flushed, but then something unexpected happened. Her stern expression cracked, and a laugh escaped - not a polite chuckle, but a real, genuine laugh that seemed to surprise even her. Within seconds, she was laughing so hard she had to set down her katana, and Qrow's own laughter redoubled at the sight.
"I can't believe you brought that up," she gasped between laughs, wiping at her eyes.
"Worth it," Qrow managed, still chuckling. "Totally worth whatever you're going to do to me later."
For a moment, they were just two siblings enjoying each other's company.
And the vision shattered.
Jeanne gasped sharply, yanking her hand away from the transformed bird as if burned. The office snapped back into focus around her, and she stumbled backward, catching herself against a chair. Her head still throbbed, but the pain was already fading to a dull ache.
"Are you alright?" Ozpin was on his feet, and quickly moving to her side.
"Yeah, yeah," Jeanne breathed, pressing a hand to her temple. "It's just... strange. Really strange. But yes, I was pulled in again. I don't know what was different but it worked."
Ozpin exchanged another look with the crow, who had gone very still on the desk. "And what did you see, if you don't mind me asking?"
Jeanne looked at the bird, then nodded slowly. "It was... it was a younger version of Qrow." She paused, trying to find the right words. "He was with someone - his sister. They looked so much alike. He was making her laugh. They seemed... happy."
"Fascinating," Ozpin murmured, though why did he look sad?
The crow ruffled its feathers, and it was engulfed in the same light for a moment and Qrow stood before them once more. His expression seemed what she should call melancholic.
"Making my sister laugh," he said quietly, looking down at his hands. "Yeah... that was a nice memory. Almost forgot about it, honestly." He let out a long breath. "Things were better back then. Team STQR."
The headmaster returned to his chair and leaned back, steepling his fingers thoughtfully as he observed her. "I believe I'm beginning to understand how your semblance works, Miss d'Arc, and what it needs to trigger."
"So what now?" Jeanne asked, still trying to process everything that had just happened.
"I don't want to overextend you and accidentally bring you harm by forcing your semblance. However, I do want to test one more thing. It's a wild guess - the probability is minimal at best - but I simply want to take that doubt off my list."
Jeanne hesitated for only a moment before nodding. After everything else today, what was one more test? "Uh, sure."
Ozpin opened one of the lower drawers of his desk with a soft click. From within, he produced a metal lockbox. He unlocked it with a small key he produced from his vest pocket and reached inside for something wrapped in a white cloth.
When he unwrapped it and placed it on the desk, Jeanne leaned forward curiously. It was... some kind of broken statue? It was roughly the size of her hand. The piece had a strange shape - definitely reptilian, like a lizard, but not any lizard she'd ever seen back home in Ansel. Growing up on a farm, she'd seen plenty of lizards skittering around the property, hunting bugs and basking in the sun on the warm stones near the barn.
This was different. Larger proportions, more... humanoid, somehow?
But it didn’t look like a faunus in the slightest.
"Please, take a look," Ozpin gestured toward it with an open hand.
Jeanne moved closer, leaning over the desk for a better view. Then she glanced at Ozpin, silently asking permission.
He nodded encouragingly.
Carefully, she picked it up. It was heavier than she expected. But then a shiver ran down her spine.
She brought the broken object closer to her face, examining it more carefully. That's when she noticed them - strange symbols carved along the side of the surface. The shapes were circular and wide.
Wait a minute.
She squinted, tilting the statue to catch the light better.
The symbols seemed to... make sense?
"Lord of the Inferno, bringer of flame and wrath..."
And the sentence died there, cut off where the statue fragment ended.
But one thought was in her head.
How could she even READ it?!
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-Ma’iq Rak’han-
I'm in my bed, my hands tied to the headboard. Not really tight or special rope either.
I think I could break free if I tried, but then Neo would actually get mad at me.
Either way, this is a rather strange situation I've found myself in, and I pretty much had to accept it as a way to "make it up" to Neopolitan.
She knew exactly what Miltia and I were doing, no wonder she sent that message telling me to come eat breakfast with her. She knew the whole damn time and was just waiting to spring this on me.
Well, now I'm technically trapped. Although this is my home, so can I really be trapped in my own home?
And now it's the two of us trapped here.
With the exception that Miltia had it worse than me. Obviously she tried to fight back after the fright but Neo easily subdued her. Then she tied her on a wooden chair, but not just tied up but she had been tied with her hands behind her back in a strange position forcing her to show her breasts and her legs together in a way that she had them spread open leaving her slit completely exposed to my view.
Naturally she is pissed, but not at me. Her glare is directed entirely at Neo, practically killing her over and over again.
Who happens to be standing between us, twirling a length of rope between her fingers with a shit-eating grin plastered across her face. She's clearly enjoying this entire situation far more than either of us and she is also naked.
"So is this your idea of fun?" I ask, testing the knots around my wrists a little.
Neo blows me a kiss in response, then makes a heart with her hands acting all cutesy, which only infuriates the twin more.
"Fun?" Miltia repeats flatly, struggling against her own restraints and causing the chair to creak. "This is your idea of fun?!"
Neo makes an exaggerated shrugging motion, as if to say 'what can you do?'
"You fucking bitch…" Miltia hisses.
"Don’t think it is a good idea to provoke her more." I comment, watching Neo skip over to Miltia. "Too late…"
"You will pay for this.." Miltia's eyes narrow as Neo begins tracing a finger around her jawline before she pulls away. "Don’t touch me!"
Neo just giggles, and pulls out her scroll… somehow. Then she types something and shows it to the tied up girl.
Miltia's face flushes red as she gasps. "Are you fucking serious right now?!"
My ears perk up. "What does it say?"
I don't know why I'm even asking because I already know she won't tell, she loves her mystery games after all.
Sure enough, Neo simply turns her head and sticks her tongue out.
"I swear to the gods, when I get free, I'm going to wipe that stupid smile from your face." Miltia threatens, glaring daggers at Neo. "I'll kick your teeth—"
But she doesn't get to finish her threat as Neo shoves the rope into her mouth, and ties it securely behind her head. Leaving the twin only spitting out muffled noises which I think are more insults.
The ice-cream girl then immediately rushes to my bed, jumping on top of me and straddling my waist.
She's grinning from ear to ear as she grabs my face with both hands and directs me to look at her, and only at her as any attempt to check on our…guest, is met by a pinch to the cheek.
"So what exactly are you going to do to us now?" I ask... why is my tail wagging a little?
But rather than answer me she just leans down and kisses me, her tongue prodding my lips which I open to give her access to my mouth. The moment she has that, she wastes no time in exploring every inch of it, her tongue dancing against mine and pushing it down before tangling with it and leading me whenever she pleases.
Her eagerness surprises me at first but I let her lead.
As we kiss, her hands roam around my body making me shiver a little. One of them reached up to play with my ears, the other moved down to my erection, her soft hand wrapping around it and giving it a few gentle strokes getting a pleased grunt from me.
After a while she pulls back, a string of saliva connecting our mouths before she licks it away.
I can't help but stare as she sits back up in the right position so her ass traps my length between her cheeks and winks at me. Then she lifts herself up and turns around, giving me a nice view of her soaked quim and cute ass as she lines me up with her entrance.
Her hands grip my thighs tightly and then she starts to lower herself down onto me. I don't fight her as I feel her tight entrance wrapping around my shaft, swallowing inch after inch inside that warm tunnel. She doesn't stop until I'm buried in her to the hilt and only then she pauses for a moment before lifting herself up until only the tip remains inside her and dropping back down.
She repeats this action, going up and down, up and down, moving faster each time. Her ass clapping against my hips each time she drops down.
I groan, feeling her tightness squeezing around me, and she feels amazing as always. But I can't take my eyes off her. Watching her hips rise and fall, her bubbly ass jiggling each time she moves, and her back arched beautifully.
I want to break free and hug her from behind and squeeze her big breasts but I have to hold back.
Neo glances over her shoulder and catches me staring, smirking as she realizes what I wish to do so she speeds up her movements even more, letting out those arousing soft moans as she goes.
But that sexy moment shatters as my ears perk up at the muffled screams from Miltia.
Tearing my gaze away from the sexy shortstack only to land to a flushed Miltia who is struggling even harder against her ropes, but to no avail. Whatever Neo used to tie her up, held firmly.
But that doesn't stop her from trying anyway, causing the chair to creak dangerously under the stress.
Yet the girl doesn’t seem to realize that she is putting on a different show with her struggling, her breasts bouncing wildly with each attempt. However, my eyes are drawn down to where Neo had tied up her legs together.
Her slit is glistening with her arousal, and I can clearly see her juices leaking onto the chair.
That sight alone is enough to make my member twitch, and Neo responds by clamping down before pausing her movements for a moment and glancing down at me before looking back up to the twin, smiling widely as she winks at Miltia.
This doesn't go unnoticed by the twin, who glares at me with a murderous look on her face.
But then Neo's body is slowly engulfed by the pink light which I quickly recognize as the activation of her semblance. It is only a moment before the light fades away.
Then the curly long black hair comes into view instead of the dual colored brown and pink. And when she turned her head, instead of those mismatched eyes were a pair of emerald eyes.
She just turned into Miltia Malachite.
And before I can react or do anything, she raises her hips up before slamming herself down on me again, eliciting a very loud moan from her.
And a very angry but muffled one from the real Miltia, who's trying to break free from the chair with renewed vigor as this obviously outraged her.
It doesn't matter though as Neo takes my distraction as an opportunity to turn around smirking at me as she rolls her hips in a circular motion, grinding herself against me and making me groan.
This just makes Neo's smile widen, and she raises both arms and clasps them behind her head.
I stare in awe as she goes up and down all the while rolling her hips in an hypnotic manner which makes her breasts shake wildly and her hair move along with her movements.
She does all of this while maintaining eye contact with me, her lips forming a sultry smile as she keeps riding me, increasing her delicious speed and tightness never leaving her.
"F-Fuck," I groan, unable to tear my eyes away from the show she is putting for me.
The fact that she has taken Miltia appearance makes it even better, and I don't even know why.
But Miltia looks even more furious, and her struggles only intensify. But Neo doesn't even acknowledge her existence as she goes wild.
Yet this energy doesn't last long as she slows down. She leans forward until her hands are resting on my chest, looking down at me with those emerald eyes as she pants for breath. Her hair hangs down in front of her face as she smiles at me before moving down for another kiss.
Naturally, that includes tongue as well.
She breaks away and bites my lower lips teasingly before she resumes her movements. The wet slapping noises mixing with her moans.
That's too much restraint for me, holding back has been driving me mad.
I thrust my hips up against her. I bury myself inside her as deeply as possible, but it isn't enough, my tip isn’t touching her entrance. Letting out a roar I break free from my bindings and sit up, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her down as hard as I can and finally much to pleasure I kiss the entrance of her womb.
Exactly what I am missing.
She squeaks in surprise, but welcomes me without any resistance. Her legs wrap around my waist and her hands around my neck going and locking her lips with mine as she moans into my mouth.
And my vision goes searing white as I explode inside her, my member twitching violently as I shoot rope after rope inside her, keeping her locked in place.
Her eager walls tighten around me, milking me for all I'm worth as her own orgasm hits her. She lets out a muffled cry into my mouth, her eyes rolling back as she climaxes, her entire body trembling in my arms as she rides out the waves of pleasure.
The kiss breaks after a moment, both of us panting heavily as we catch our breaths. Neo is smiling widely, her cheeks flushed as she looks into my eyes. And they are back to the mismatched pair I love to look at.
"Damn..." I groan, still holding her close. "That was... intense."
She nods, leaning forward to press her forehead against mine. Her eyes looking deeply into my black ones, her smile widening as she gives me a quick peck on the lips.
Wait a minute…
My ears perk up again when I remember that we aren’t alone, and when I look in Miltia direction she is still there but no longer fighting against her bindings. Her green eyes are wide as has locked onto us, not making a single sound, almost like she has frozen.
But my eyes then lower and take notice of juices dripping from her pussy...
Did she just....
I don’t really know what to feel about this.
I just fucked Neo with a public.
Neo takes advantage of my distraction to slip out of my grasp and out of the bed. She stands beside it, a hand on her hip and a finger against her lips as she winks at me.
Then she moves towards Miltia, her hips swaying seductively with each step as she approaches her.
Miltia's expression changes from shocked to furious in a matter of seconds, and I can tell she's back to insulting my girl.
But Neo doesn't seem to care. She just leans down to kiss Miltia's cheek as she removes the gag but before Miltia could say something Neo kicks the chair over.
"You bitch!"
The twin falls on her back with a loud thud, unable to break the fall because of her restraints and letting out a painful yelp.
The ice-cream girl willfully ignores the other as she stands right above her.
My ears droop down as I realize what she plans to do.
Miltia gasps loudly as she also ends up with the same conclusion as me and sputters angrily. "I-I swear if you d-!"
But Neo quickly cuts her off by dropping down and straddling her face. Her recently fucked pussy pressing against her face.
And she doesn't waste any time, rolling her hips, grinding herself against Miltia’s face and probably forcing her tongue inside her.
Miltia obviously struggles, her muffled words completely indecipherable as Neo keeps humping her face, her hands gripping the twin head tightly in place.
Neo glances back at me over her shoulder, winking as she opens her mouth in a silent moan, smearing Miltia's face with our mixed fluids.
I can only stare in awe, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene and my body refusing to move because one part of my brain was telling me that this was wrong, that I should stop her from Tormenting Miltia like that.
This continues for a while before Neo finally stops, lifting herself off of Miltia who became dead silent as if she gave up entirely. And her face was completely wet.
And I couldn’t help but wince a little when I noticed some of my cum on her face too.
Then my girl turns around and turns off her transformation back to her original form and playfully sticks out her tongue. She skips back to the bed and jumps onto me, pinning me down and kissing me deeply, her tongue pushing into my mouth and dancing against mine.
While I remain in mobile, letting it be used as I am way too surprised to what she just did.
That's when she breaks the kiss and moves down, placing wet kisses along my jawline until she reaches my neck where she bites down hard.
I hiss in pain and push her away.
She stares at me and her words appear.
‘Next time tell me who you are doing or I will actually get mad.’
She wasn’t mad before?
No…
Next time?
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Neo has left to keep doing what she needs to do.
Only Miltia and I remained in my apartment, and we both took showers afterward... separately, obviously.
Now we're both in the kitchen, seated in silence.
I cooked something for her—nothing fancy, just some eggs and toast—but she's been silent the entire time, not saying a single word. Honestly, there isn't much to talk about after what Neo did to her, and I really can't blame her for the uncomfortable atmosphere.
Like what the fuck can we even talk about? Neo had her watch and then forced her to eat her pussy with my cum…
Miltia finishes her plate mechanically, which irks me a little since everyone usually praises my cooking when they're done. Then she stands up without a word.
I expect her to head for the door, to just leave without saying goodbye. Part of me thinks that's what I deserve after letting things get that far out of hand.
Instead, she walks up to me.
“Some-”
The slap comes so fast I don't even register it until my head snaps to the side. It doesn't hurt—not really. My aura absorbed most of the impact. But the sound echoes through the small apartment like a gunshot, and the shock of it freezes me in place.
I slowly turn back to look at her, eyes wide.
"That's for letting your crazy bitch of a girlfriend do whatever the hell she wanted for her own amusement when you could have easily stopped it!" Her voice cracks on the last words, and I can see her hands trembling. "You just... you just let her—"
I tentatively touch my cheek, feeling the lingering warmth where her palm connected, then look back at Miltia. The expression on her face isn't anger anymore, she looks hurt… disappointed.
Something takes over me then. Without thinking, I shoot my arms forward and trap her in a hug, pulling her against my chest.
"Let go of me! Let—" She resists immediately, her fists pounding against my shoulders, trying to push me away. "Don't you dare—"
But I don't let go. I just hold her tighter, not saying anything. My arms wrap around her more securely, anchoring her in place. So she turns to kicking and trying to knee my legs.
Slowly, gradually, her resistance weakens. Her fists stop pounding and just rest against my chest. Then her fingers curl into my shirt, gripping the fabric tightly.
And then she breaks.
The sobs come hard and ugly, her whole body shaking as she buries her face against my shoulder. She's crying, actually crying—not just a few tears but full-on bawling in a way that makes my chest tighten.
I feel like total and utter shit.
"I'm sorry," I finally manage to say, "I should've...."
Miltia doesn't respond with words, just keeps crying, her tears soaking through my shirt. Her grip on my clothes tightens even more, like she's afraid I'll disappear if she lets go.
I just hold her, one hand moving to the back of her head, gently stroking her hair, the other rubbing slow circles on her back. My ears are pinned flat against my skull, my tail completely still.
I fucked up. I really fucked up this time.
The minutes stretch on, and she continues to cry, all the frustration and humiliation and hurt pouring out. I don't try to shush her or tell her it's okay, because it's not okay. I just let her get it all out, my own guilt settling heavy in my gut.
Eventually, her sobs begin to quiet, turning into hiccupping breaths and occasional sniffles. But she doesn't pull away, and I don't let go.
"I hate her," Miltia finally whispers against my shoulder, her voice hoarse and broken. "I hate her so much."
"I know," I say quietly.
"And I hate that you just... you just sat there."
"I know." My hand continues its slow circles on her back. "I'm sorry, Miltia. I really am."
She takes a shuddering breath. "Why didn't you stop her?"
The question hangs in the air, and I don't have a good answer. Because I was curious? Because I didn't think it would go that far? Because I'm so used to Neo's chaos that I've become numb to it?
"I don't know," I admit, and it's the most honest thing I've said. "I should have. I'm sorry."
Miltia pulls back slightly, just enough to look up at me. Her eyes are red and puffy, mascara smeared down her cheeks. She looks completely wrecked.
"You're such an idiot," she says, but there's no heat in it anymore. Just exhaustion.
"Yeah. I am."
She wipes at her face with the back of her hand, trying to clean up the mess. "I need... I need to go."
"Okay." I loosen my grip but don't fully let go yet. "Will you be alright?"
She lets out a bitter laugh. "Does it matter?"
"It does to me."
Miltia looks at me for a long moment, something complicated passing through her expression. Then she finally pulls away completely, and I let her go this time.
And I’m left alone in my home.
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AN: Yes I know its not Qrow semblance and that his actual semblance is bad luck, but Jeanne doesn’t know that. And yes I know that the 'Jaune’s' semblance is not that but is aura amplification.
