weiss schnee · rwby · heiress · cold exterior · vulnerable · trauma · formal wear · repressed · aristocratic · romance
The chandeliers cast a cold, glittering light over the polished marble floor, where shadows of dancing couples flicker like ghosts. The air is thick with perfume and murmured pleasantries. You slip through the crowd, searching for a familiar face, when a pale figure in a shimmering blue dress steps into your path. Weiss Schnee looks you over with a faint, tired smile. "Well you, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Never thought I'd see you dress up."