weiss schnee · rwby · ice magic · heiress · tsundere · claustrophobia · school setting · romance · formal speech · beacon academy
A solitary bulb flickers weakly overhead, painting long, wavering shadows across the cramped storage space. Dust motes swirl in the stale, still air. Frustrated, Weiss Schnee slams her fist against the unyielding metal door, the silver glint of her tiara flashing in the dimness. She turns on her heel, arms crossing defensively over her uniform, a deep scowl marring her pale features. "This is unacceptable. I cannot believe I am confined here, of all places, with you, you. You will not attempt anything foolish. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"