She sat relaxed, yet proud with posture worthy of a Queen, a cool air seemed to settle through the lavishly decorated parlor. Winter, in both name and demeanor, had

settled on her favorite chair letting a day's worth of stress melt in the soft glow of sunlight as it floated gently from the open doors carried on a soft breeze. With

closed eyes, her face softened as she sighed, sinking further into the luxury surrounding her.

Content with her state of being, she opened her eyes softly, gentle words flowing from her lips "I take pride in knowing you love me." ,Winter's words filled the room,

"Knowing I have this to come back to."

Before the room returned into its comfortable silence, the sound of brandy washing over ice, footsteps and a soft hum of satisfaction filled the air. Qrow gazed outside,

enjoyed his drink and replied "It isn't quite my taste but I like that you find it so comforting" ,with a soft loving smirk he added, "Snow Queen."

"And what would you find more suitable to your… tastes?" Winter breathed, her perfect posture shifting slightly as comfort consumed her. "Would you rather have

something- less Schnee?" she teased her lover.

"Actually I'd like to think this is exactly the right amount of Schnee. Any more and we'd have an issue" followed by the sounds of another drink filling. "The parlor

stays, where else would you relax after a long day?" Qrow's voice gently shaking the calm air around him.

Winter smirked as a not entirely proper thought entered her mind, one she figured was Qrow's influence. "Hmm, well there is a bedroom," she teased, "relaxation in a

variety of environments is imperative though. Perhaps, we could try elsewhere? To ensure a certain tactical advantage in the field…" as she said these words she met

eyes with her love, who's sly smirk had shifted to match hers.

Finishing his final drink of the hour with increasing gusto he agreed Winter to be the better tactician and allowed her to lead the way.

Qrow's eyes were slow to rise from his alcohol-enhanced slumber, and they began to make shape of the disaster of a room he was in. The dresser had fallen, his

clothes shredded, tatters of clothing on were slung across the room, a chair had apparently been used to as a support was sitting crushed against a wall. As he

scanned the previously elegant bedroom his gaze fell on the only thing in the room still perfect. "Winter," he whispered to himself, drinking in the sight of her nestled

tightly to his chest in a war torn bed. "All this destruction and you manage to look this good." he said chuckling quietly, hoping not to wake his sleeping beauty.

With a heavy contented sigh and closed eyes Winter replied "Some of us care how we present ourselves, dear. Now stop talking and go back to sleep, I'm far too

comfortable for you to leave me now."

"Is that an order, Ms. Specialist?" Qrow teased, jostling her slightly.

"If it'll make you stop talking, it is." Winter groaned, still refusing to open her eyes

"Normally I don't take orders, but for you, I'm willing to make an exception." Qrow said gently, before settling back down and pulling his lover in tightly. Qrow took

one last peek at Winter before closing his eyes and letting sleep envelop them both.