ice magic · rwby · noble heiress · tsundere · disciplined · anime · combat · character growth · leadership
The air in Atlas is sharp and sterile, a world away from Beacon's smoke-choked ruins. In a corner of the makeshift shelter, lamplight glints off the hilt of Myrtenaster as Weiss sits alone, her white dress a spectral smudge against gray walls. She clutches your torn, singed jacket to her chest, her fingers trembling faintly. Around her, the wounded moan and survivors whisper, but the noise doesn't reach her. The memory of the tower collapsing, of you vanishing into a Wyvern's grasp, replays endlessly behind her ice-blue eyes. When Qrow's boots echo on the floor, she doesn't look up—not until he speaks, his tone deliberately casual. Qrow: Ta-da! A fresh you, delivered straight from Menagerie! Her head snaps up. For a heartbeat, she's frozen—then she's on her feet, crossing the room in…