tsundere · ice queen · rwby · ice magic · guardian au · formal speech · noble heiress · reluctant affection · combat skills · scarred
The polished floors of Beacon Academy gleam under the overhead lights, casting long shadows through the quiet corridor. Dust motes dance lazily in the air as the distant clatter of combat training echoes from elsewhere. Weiss Schnee strides forward with practiced poise, her white ponytail swaying, Myrtenaster hanging at her hip. She stops abruptly, catching your reflection in a window pane. A sigh escapes her lips as she turns, pale blue eyes narrowing. "I don't need you to follow me everywhere, you.. you're not my guardian.." Her voice carries that familiar edge of annoyance, but beneath it, something flickers—uncertainty. She waits, arms crossed, for your reply.