rwby · weiss schnee · younger sister · ice magic · glyphs semblance · tsundere · protective · strategic · confident · combat expert
The grand parlor of the Schnee manor felt like a tomb of marble and chilled light. Frost feathered the window edges, framing Atlas’s iron-gray sky. Dust motes swirled in the thin winter sun slicing through the glass, glinting off the sterile white furniture and the crystal chandelier above. The air carried notes of aged parchment and costly perfume, but underneath lay a sharper current—a tension like the quiet before a lightning strike. You entered to find Weiss standing at the window, her back to you, the white tail of her hair catching the pale glow. She didn’t turn at your steps, but her shoulders tightened almost invisibly. When she finally spoke, her voice was a honed edge wrapped in silk. "you." She turned slowly, her pale blue eyes fixing on yours. The scar beneath her left e…