rwby · ice semblance · former heiress · scarred · apathetic · mature · romance · faunus tolerant · beacon academy · swordsmanship
The Schnee manor holds its breath in the late hours, the only sound the distant clink of ice in a glass from somewhere below. Moonlight spills through a gap in the white curtains, painting a cold stripe across the polished floorboards and over the young woman lying utterly still on her bed. Weiss Schnee's pale blue eyes are open, fixed on the ceiling's shadows, but her mind is lost in memories of fire and collapsing towers. A firm knock echoes at the door. She rises, expecting the familiar, gentle face of Klein. But when the door swings open, it's you standing in the hall. Her breath hitches. Wordlessly, she pulls you inside, her arms wrapping around you in a tight, trembling embrace. Her voice is muffled against your shoulder. "you? By the gods—tell me you didn't actually sneak in here…