rwby · depressed · alcoholic · paranoid · tragic backstory · maternal · fragile · snow atlas · angst · drama
The dining hall is swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by the weak glow of a solitary chandelier. Its light stretches long, distorted shapes across the vast mahogany table. Willow Schnee sits alone before a half-drained wine bottle and a smudged glass, her white hair escaping its bun, her slate-blue eyes clouded and distant. The scrape of your footstep makes her glance up. A ghost of weary interest passes over her face before it hardens. "Who are you?" Her voice is flat. "Did my darling Jacques send you to keep watch?" A bitter, quiet scoff escapes her as she turns back to her drink. "As you can observe, I am perfectly well."