“you, dear yang,” weiss begins, and despite her best attempts, she can’t hide her smile. yang’s pun this time around had been particularly terrible. “ —- need to find some new jokes.”
【 ❀ 】━ Violet-colored eyes turned away from a bush of red carnation flowers. They spotted a girl dressed in high-class clothing who harbored a look of annoyance and perhaps a spot of confusion. The girl recognized who was standing before her, having seen her so many times in various news articles and tabloids. Only an idiot wouldn’t recognize a Schnee.
The girl with snow-colored hair was the one and only Weiss Schnee, and while she had perfect reasoning to be unnerved by a stranger on her property, Carrie certainly didn’t enjoy being treated like some sort of criminal. She was anything but.
“Excuse me, your highness.” The stranger’s voice shows clear signs of annoyance accompanied by a minimum amount of restraint. “My mother is here organizing trade deals with President Schnee of the SDC and had me come along. I’m no trespasser, thank you very much.”
“oh.i’m … i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have assumed.” well, that was thoroughly embarrassing. and humbling, to say the least. cheeks flushing pink at her mistake, weiss gives a nod to the girl’s explanation. she’s no stranger to restrained annoyance —- she’s all too familiar with the sound of it in her own voice. but instead of becoming peeved at the other girl’s tone - something she would have done, just a year ago - weiss keeps a steady posture. but just because she can accept her mistake doesn’t mean she’s about to cower, either. “ —– but just weiss is fine.” she says, firmly. she’d always hated being called that. highness. especially with that kind of inflection.
the distaste, the sometimes envy, other times dislike - sometimes both - for what she was, what she had. not that it really applied to her anymore, anyway, now that whitley got his way. it meant she could leave right now if she wanted to, since it wasn’t her responsibility to greet guests in the name of the schnee family. it wasn’t her responsibility, and even when it had been, she hadn’t ever liked it. but her social faux pas keeps her where she is.
“but in that case, do you need help finding your way around? i can show you to the dining kitchen. it’s probably going to be a couple of hours at the very least before trade talks cease.”
ah, atlas. he hasn’t had the misfortune of stepping foot in the kingdom in years. the last time must have been when he was a w f u l l y young–and he recalls returning with several bloodstains decorating his clothing.
he hears the girl before he sees her, the smell of mint and clean satin accompanying her steps. when golden eyes fall on the girl’s grey-clad figure, a grin twists along high cheekbones.
❛ w e i s s s c h n e e, ❜ he coos, bowing dramatically. he seems to ignore her question. ❛ goodness, it is a pleasureto make your acquaintance. ❜
weiss takes a step back, but firms herself and stops from taking a second one. “a…mutual feeling, i’m sure,” she replies, but the conviction and sincerity in her voice is lacking, doubtful in her mind of her own words. she doesn’t return the gesture of his bow with a curtsy back. “anyway…it’s good to see you’re alright, uh … ? i’m afraid i didn’t catch your name. ” she trails off, waiting to hear his name while also planning to make up an excuse to end the conversation early now that she knows he isn’t hurt or dying. she knows she should give everyone a chance : knows she shouldn’t be so quick to judge. but … maybe that can wait another day.
‘ oh come on, what do you know ? ‘ ruby asked a moment too soon before realizing just how dumb her statement was. she was currently attempting to combine two elements of dust, (not like her partner was the heiress of the most successful dust mining company ) &. her goal was to fit it seamlessly into her ammo chamber on crescent rose. ‘scratch that. am i going to explode ? if i’m going to explode i’ll take it outside. ‘
weiss gives a slow raise of a single brow towards ruby, as if to say ‘really?’, but she doesn’t say anything the question. honestly, her expression should be more than enough of a response. “it’s possible,” she replies instead, simply, and gives a delicate shrug of her shoulders. “if anything, you’ll at least find a way to go higher in the air with that scythe of yours. —— hold on. you’re not ACTUALLY thinking of trying this, are you?!”
she approaches him, but it’s with caution. there’s something about him … that doesn’t quite sit right with her. maybe it’s the sight of him – his dirtied clothing, his haggard appearance – that sounds an alarm. but she swallows that caution, ignoring - and chastising - the idea that she’d be wary of him because of his appearance. she wasn’t going to be like those people attending the charity gala. she wasn’t going to turn up her nose at someone who needed help. “excuse me … are you alright?”
“aren’t you supposed to be in vacuo?” she asks, looking up to the man child in the tree. though she hesitates to call him a man. still. it’s nice to see a friendly face after so many months surrounded by fake smiles and fake compassion. but weiss keeps that to herself. “if you fall from there, i’m not going to help you up.”
“it isn’t going to work.” weiss sits down on her bed, crossing her legs. she’s more than happy to just keep watching ruby go at it. not that she’d ever let it show on her face too much, apart from the small smirk. it’d spoil the fun. “but by all means, if you want to keep trying …”
“if you don’t plan on letting Father see you’re here, it’s probably not a good idea to be around me.” she says it glumly, more than a little sorely, and purses her lips as she looks away. “he’s made it his personal missionto keep watch over me. him and Whitley both. the little sneak.”
for interactions in live action fandoms (marvel, the 100, THG, dc, etc), weiss's FC will be dove cameron.
o1 : CREATIONS.
psds & graphics were all created by me, and i will only ever use official artwork for graphics. the actual character of weiss schnee belongs to her rightful creator, monty oum.the fanart in my icons belong to dashingicecream.
o2 : INTERACTION.
i'm a private blog due to time constraints - graduate school u_u - and i'll be splitting the time i have between weiss and blake (@notrunning).
o3 : SHIPPING.
my main ship is blake/weiss, with yang/weiss a close second. however, if the chemistry is there between our muses, i am more than up for pairing weiss with other characters! whether from rwby or other fandoms. i portray weiss as a lesbian, so no m/f ships, sorry!
as far as smut goes, it's unlikely i'll smut on weiss, but if it happens, it will be tagged and under a read more!
o4 : CONTENT.
there will be possibly triggering content / violent and dark themes written on here. rwby is a show that explores dark themes and serious topics , and as such , i will be exploring similar themes on weiss. excessive violence , blood , mentions of death , trauma , explicit language and writing will all be present. however , everything will be tagged!
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Lonely little heiress locked away in her tower. You're a princess, but who ever said the princess couldn't rescue herself? You need no knight in this fairytale of yours.
EXTROSPECTION.
growing up, life in the schnee family household was anything but easy and warm. much like her family name, it was cold. a father, busy with his business, never satisfied with the achievements and failures of his family. a mother, absent and gone who's portrait would never be shown and name never spoken. an older sister, the only bright spot in her life who betrayed her when she left, leaving weiss to deal with the fallout and the exceeding expectations and anger of her father that she never managed to live up to. a younger brother, who was always distant and calculating, an ulterior motive in everything he did and who could care less about whatever meaning 'family matters' held.
no. life in the schnee family household was not fun. it was not easy. and it was not warm. it was hard, and it was agonizing. weiss is a prodigy in her own right : musically inclined, booksmart, lightning whip fast mind, and flawless form in her fighting. but her fighting - her ambitions, her want to set out on a path of her own - was always just another topic of discussion for her father. another disappointment for him to point out, another thing for him to be disatisfied of her. and when it wasn't her not meeting his expections - not hitting the note perfectly enough, not having the right form in her steps, not standing straight enough, not being polite enough, not following his every order and command enough - it was the white fang.
a thorn in her father's side, and a constant source of pain for weiss. her immediate family wasn't close, but her uncles, her aunts, her grandparents - she loved them. and they cared for her. the white fang, on the other hand, cared not for them. more than once, news of beheadings, of stabbings, of ransoms and killings of members of the schnee family and the schnee business board were delivered in morning at breakfast. more than once, her father grew cold and vicious in his retaliations to them. more than once, weiss dealt with her father's displeasure verbally. do more. be more. become more. why wasn't she more? why wasn't she enough?
seventeen. years since winter left home, even more since mother had left. quietly, weiss applied to beacon academy. she studied hard, and practiced even harder. she passed her tests with flying colors - a testament to the scar on her left eye that she's made sure would never be repeated - and gained entrance to beacon academy. and for the first time --- she stood up to her father. he stood tall, cold and angry and demanding her to stay home. but weiss stood taller, and told him she was going.
and go forward she did. come morning, before he could force her to stay, she was already gone.
but the world outside is bright & new, and you are still cold and distant. life has gone on without you, and while you've gotten everythiing you could ever need, now you need to learn to accept and seek out what you want.
INTROSPECTION.
weiss schnee is a nineteen year old girl of distant german descent. she belongs to an extremely wealthy family, courtesy of her grandparents who own the biggest corporation on dust. as a result, weiss has grown up with a silver spoon in her mouth since the very beginning, and has never had to live her life needing a thing. she hasn't had to go through financial hardships, hasn't had to deal with the pain others have had to go through. weiss knows she can't complain : and so, she doesn't. but the saying money can't buy you happiness is all too true, and in a dysfunctional home where everyone would rather say nothing and pretend everything is fine, money is the last thing weiss would ever wish for.
neglected emotionally, disciplined harshly verbally, targeted for her family name and her family's mistakes and wrongdoings, weiss has learned from a young age to embody her namesake and be cold. to show no emotion is better than to show emotion and be chastised for it. if she appears to be strong and in control all the time, then she can never be weak. no one can take advantage of her, and no one can betray her. her strength comes from her coldness, but the inexplicable loneliness weiss has felt since she's been a young child haunts her still today. the only real friend she had was her older sister winter, but that relationship grew strained when winter left and weiss dealt with their father alone. she still loves, respects, and looks up to winter -- but a part of her still feels hurt and burned that her sister would leave her despite knowing it wasn't because of her.
living up to her father's expectations has never been easy, and the truth of it is, weiss never has lived up to her father's expectations. weiss is rebellious in her nature, from attending beacon and refusing to speak to her family while she was there, to her left - facing ponytail against her otherwise symmetrical appearance. she wants to go against everything her father is and wants her to be, but at the same time, she strives to make him proud and to gain his respect. she's been refused that privilege all her life, and though she'll never admit it, she's always wanted to earn it. weiss knows she's not perfect -- and she'll say as much to anyone who asks it, and will get angry at anyone who assumes she is -- but she wants to be perfect, and she aims to be perfect.
despite her stand - offish and cold demeanor, though, weiss can be warm. she takes a while to warm up to others, and has no time or temper for anyone who doesn't show her or her friends respect or don't seem serious enough in life, but given time, weiss will inevitably warm up to them. she is loyal to the bone, and despite her blunt and unapologetic nature - weiss will always say what's on her mind, and she is not afraid of telling the hard truth to friends - she does care. she can seem harsh and mean at times to her friends, but what she says she says out of concern usually. when she's angry, however, she can be cruel and biting, and say things she doesn't mean. it's a habit born out of needing to survive at home, where she needs to be the perfect child, and where every argument with others she's needed to win.
weiss can warm up to others given time, but opening up is another story. even with ruby, yang and blake, weiss never speaks of her family. she keeps quiet on them, and keeps quiet on her personal feelings, on her loneliness and the hardships she'd faced growing up. it's a result of knowing she could never complain, knowing she was well off, and knowing her father would chastise her for showing vulnerablity and weakness, 'inappropriate emotions'. given the right situation - such as during her argument with blake on the white fang - she will open up about personal matters, but not easily.
she isn't all ice and cold, though. weiss has a prevalent sense of humor, though it's dry and biting in its nature. she likes to try her hand at puns sometimes too, though she's horrible at on-the-fly and topical jokes, and usually leaves that to yang. she loves to shop, and she's generous with her money as she loves to treat her friends to things : be it food, clothing, or gifts. she's sympathetic to other peoples plights and problems, and feels guilt for the actions of her family despite not being responsible for them herself. weiss's want to help others and to give back to the world in a positive way - as sort of penance for her family, and in response to her rich upbringing - is strong and a major reason for her deciding to become a huntress instead of following her father's footsteps to become the inheritant of her father's business. in the end, all weiss wants to do is help, and she aims to achieve that.
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ASK.
SUBMIT.
VERSES.
NAVIGATION.
SHE : BECOMETH KNIGHT.main verse. V8. along with the rest of team RWBY and ORNJ, Weiss is currently stuck in Atlas, watching as Mantle and Atlas both are under attack by Salem and her forces.
HENCE FORWARD.future au. somewhere in the distant future after salem, weiss has become an official huntress and has also taken over the company now that her father is in jail. she's thriving in her career, and working to right the wrongs her father and family have made.
WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS.modern au. a general modern verse for any non-rwby / live action blogs who may not be interested in the rwbyverse. :)
SHE : BECOMETH KNIGHT. main verse. V8. along with the rest of team RWBY and ORNJ, Weiss is currently stuck in Atlas, watching as Mantle and Atlas both are under attack by Salem and her forces.
HENCE FORWARD. future au. somewhere in the distant future after salem, weiss has become an official huntress and has also taken over the company now that her father is in jail. she's thriving in her career, and working to right the wrongs her father and family have made.
WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS. modern au. a general modern verse for any non-rwby / live action blogs who may not be interested in the rwbyverse. :)
