day of summer

(Slapping some test colours on one of ~17 panels, which are about half roughed out as of tonight! …Not including the backgrounds, which are just sketched in…)

Thanks for sticking around during a period of silence on my end, friends! I had a busy couple of weeks, between finishing up my part of the job for an upcoming project launch at one office, grading a huge stack of papers at the other, and submitting a conference paper, and it left me with approximately enough energy to walk my dog and eat meals for a while there! If you ever want to chat with me and I’m not around on here, feel free to hit me up for my Discord details. 

Anyway, I’m still hoping to do a White Day comic–the one I promised last year, haha–in good time before I launch into some kind of multi-page project in the spring, but man! Time’s really zipping by. @_@

Qrow walked into his dorm room, ready to turn in for an early night. What he found was his partner, Summer, dressed in a cute, navy, lacy dress with her hair pulled back into a tight bun. His face blushed a brilliant scarlet. She looked like a different woman, being accustomed to her white cloak and black or red attire.

She seemed just as shocked to see him standing there, almost as if she had been caught doing something wrong. She quickly turned her back to him, fumbling with something on her dresser; a purse or clutch, perhaps.

Qrow couldn’t stop staring at her. He normally had that problem when it came to Summer, but tonight she surprised him with her appearance. His eyes trailed up and down, scanning every inch of her. God’s she was so beautiful.

“What’s with the fancy clothes? You heading to a dinner party or something?” Breaking the silence was always his forte as any prolonged or awkward hush bothered him. Summer looked slightly over her shoulder, a nervous laugh preceding her answer.

“Uh, actually, yeah. I am.” She continued not to face Qrow, something that had become more and more prevalent in the past three weeks. It bothered him. She had been avoiding him and he didn’t know why. Walking a few steps closer to her, he caught a faint whiff of perfume. His nose curled at the scent.

“Eugh, why the chemicals?” He protested, holding his nose as his stomach began to turn at the false, harsh smell covering up Summer’s own, true scent.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I forgot how sensitive you and Rae are to perfume. I needed it tonight, though.”

His eyes narrowed. What was so special about tonight?

“Why?”

Summer paused, feeling a lump in her throat and her heart beat picking up. “Well…it’s an event with the high-ranking officers and headmaster at Atlas Academy. Church invited me to go tonight, so…I said yes.”

The room’s energy shifted. An uneasy, painful tension began to fill the walls, making it hard for the two hunter’s to breathe.

“You’re…going on a date. With Church?” Qrow’s voice stayed true to his farce, seeming calm and carefree. It was normal. His face, however, was betraying that lie. A date. Summer Rose…on a date.

“Y-yeah. I mean, we’ve been going out for the past three weeks here and there, so a proper dinner meeting some Atlas students sounded…fun. It’s been a while since I’ve seen James, too, so that’ll be a treat.” Summer’s knuckles gripped the nightstand in front of her so hard that her knuckles were turning white. She couldn’t face him. Her surrender to Church’s constant requests was all in an attempt to forget Qrow, the boy she loved more than anything, wasn’t working.

“Three weeks?” That answered his question. She hadn’t been avoiding him. Her time was being spent elsewhere, with her…boyfriend. The room began to spin and he felt dizzy with this sudden bomb dropped into his lap. “Well, great! Good for you. I mean, Church seems like cool guy. You couldn’t nab a better boyfriend at this school.” Qrow wanted nothing more to curl up into a ball and die. She was dating someone now because his slow ass couldn’t muster up the courage to tell her how he felt. He had three months and he blew it. How was he to compete with Winston ‘Church’ Kirche, Team WINE’s leader and professional marksman? He wasn’t. He couldn’t. Qrow began rubbing his arm, stress building up and feeling like he needed a few thousand drinks.

Summer stood still, pain covering her face. She knew Qrow only saw her as a friend, but to hear him cheer her on with another boy that she didn’t even like?! It was almost enough to break her. She wanted to cry. To run into his arms and tell him how she really felt. At least then, even if she was rejected, it would all be honest.

“Thanks. He is…really…something. Well, I’d better get going.” Summer sped out of the room, face down, hiding from Qrow’s eye’s. She didn’t want to lose her composure. Not now, in front of him.

The door slammed, and with either hunter on opposite sides of the door, they sunk to the floor, unable to find the energy to move.


Qrow has plenty of jealous moments before the two of them get together, but this one a defining pivot in their relationship. It’s the moment when the two literally swap places and not for any good reason either. 

Summer uses another boy to get over her feelings for her partner, Qrow, who she thinks will never fall in love with her. She knows it’s wrong but no longer cares at this point.

Qrow, in turn, has been spending the last three months trying to get closer to Summer and tell her how he truly felt. He see’s her begin to pull away, and now that he knows she is with someone else, his drive to make her his will be in full throttle…once he downs a few whiskey’s and bourbons.

  • boy: falls out
  • disco: gets panicked at
  • direction: is singular
  • dragons: are imagined
  • summer: lasts five seconds
  • sirens: being slept with
  • vampires: on the weekend
  • pilot: multiplied by twenty one
  • moon: walked on
  • cities: are capital
  • authors: are american
  • monsters: of themselves and men
  • day: is green
  • my chemical romance: breaks up