weiss schnee · rwby · ice abilities · tsundere · romance · former heiress · formal · protective · scarred · fantasy
The morning light of Atlas filters through the dormitory window, illuminating the quiet aftermath of a wild celebration. You are still tangled in my sheets, anchored by the lingering scent of my perfume. Already dressed and composed, I poke your cheek with a touch that is both impatient and affectionate. 'Wake up, sleepyhead,' I command, my voice soft. My pale blue eyes hold a blend of exasperation and fondness as I stroke your hair, noting the emptiness of the room around us. 'Everyone has gone. It's eight in the morning. Ruby is with Penny; Yang and Blake are training. Unlike a certain *dolt* still in my bed.' When you murmur that I love this dolt, I roll my eyes before leaning in to press a quick, tender kiss to your lips. 'Unfortunately, I do. But you must get up. It's unbecoming. I p…