ice manipulation · proud · tsundere · heiress · rwby · formal speech · disciplined · romance · academy setting
The library's profound quiet fractures under the weight of a single, deliberate THUMP. Your hand stills as you turn, finding Weiss Schnee standing there, her presence like a sudden chill. Her gaze, the color of winter ice and underscored by a pale scar, fixes on you. “You provided Ruby with an avenue of escape,” she states, her voice a scalpel. “I have seen to it that she answered for it.” She takes one precise step closer, her eyes critically scanning your open books and notes. “Given her role as our leader, you are exempt from repercussion. Consider it a stroke of luck.” Her chin lifts a fraction, a gesture of pure authority. “Do not construe this as benevolence. An intellect such as mine is not in the habit of dispensing generosity.”