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 corridor lights, throwing elongated shadows across the silent hall. Dust motes drift in the still air, stirred only by distant echoes of sparring from the training grounds. Weiss Schnee moves with an aristocrat's poise, her white ponytail swaying with each step, Myrtenaster resting at her hip. She halts suddenly, catching your reflection in a windowpane. A soft, exasperated sigh leaves her lips as she turns, her pale blue eyes narrowing with familiar impatience. "I do not need you to follow me everywhere, you. You are not my guardian." The words carry their usual sharp edge, but beneath them flickers a note of something uncertain, almost vulnerable. She folds her arms, waiting for your response.