I will find my own liberation...

ask and rp blog for Blake Belladonna from RWBY _________________________. . . "I'm Blake. I'm 17, a first year at Beacon and a member of team RWBY. Now let me finish my chapter." .________________________. . . ANSWERED RP TAG RULES MUN

[weissenschnee]

La Douleur Exquise [closed with ask--blakebelladonna]

[ask--blakebelladonna]

“I think there was an abandoned farmhouse or something of the sort another mile from here.”,Blake paused to ponder a bit, trying to recall the exact location. “I remember it used to be owned by the town long ago, but as time grew on they built a new one much closer to the heart of the town. I guess they got tired of the Grimm snatching up their pigs and chickens. It’s been long forgotten since then.”

Blake would read over the words on the page a few times over, almost sadly before folding it once again and stashing it back. “So, Ice King, is this your first time out in the woods?”.Blake turned to look at him. While he had skill, no doubt, she did have a vibe he wasn’t so used to the setting. She felt bad to have thought it, but she wondered about his ability. Of course, she wouldn’t say she was an expert at her craft either. From castle gossip, Blake had heard a lot about the Schnee family semblance, with it’s intricate glyphs, especially summoning. 

[weissenschnee]

“By all means.” Weissen motioned for Blake to lead the way, staring through the darkness that only faunus eyes could penetrate. He tried to control his negative emotions. Though towns and cities generated more negativeness than the two of them would, they were easy pickings in comparison.

He had no one to blame for this mess but himself, which meant he had no right to complain when Blake gave her heart to another.

“Why does everyone keep calling me that?” He didn’t pout - Schnees didn’t pout - but it was something close to it. “But yes, if you must know, this would be my first time unaccompanied by guards of some sort.” He fingered the hilt of his rapier. “I do have experience hunting game and grimm alike, but never like this. Forgive me if I seem uncomfortable.”

[ask--blakebelladonna]

“As long as you could hold your own, it’s fine.”,she said simply, stepping in front of them to lead. After a few more minutes of silence and walking through the darkness with Weissen literally blindly following behind her, she paused. Her abrupt stop made Weissen bump into her, giving a whiff of whatever cologne he was wearing. “Something is circling us. And  I don’t think they’re alone.”,she whispered, unsheathing Gambol Shroud.

There was no way Weissen could help at the moment with the absolute darkness, but Blake doubted she could take on more than one, just maybe two. “On the count of three, you need to break for the edge of the woods.”

The edge of the woods was better illuminated by the town and crumbling moon, and Weissen would be of use with his sight. She planned to give Weissen a head start and fend the Grimm off before joining him. Of course, this is all with the hope that it is only a few lone creatures and not a whole pack. The light pollution in the night sky above from the town gave a clear indicator where to go.

Hearing rustling sounds grow closer, she tensed up and began to count, grabbing Weissen’s shoulder and backing up. “One…Two…”,she began, her hold on his shoulder tightening. “Three..!”,she shouted as two dark shadows broke out of the brush, roughly shoving Weissen into the direction of light.

[weissenschnee]

“Blake, wh-” Weissen squeaked in surprise. It wasn’t hard to push him and he stumbled towards the clearing as the giant, black masses of grimm descended onto the spot he’d been a moment before. He let out a curse, then another, switching between English and German as he removed Myrtenaster from her sheath with a long, deadly note.

Useless, he was useless in the dark. And while faunus like Blake could see perfectly well, she was still going against two grimm. “Blake!” Runes glowed along the blade of his rapier, pulsating yellow with time manipulation. This particular glyph would only work if it activated on his target, and he didn’t want to accidentally give the grimm a boost.

All he could do was pray she followed him into the light.

[ask--blakebelladonna]

Blake used the time dilation glyph to her advantage, quickly flipping behind one of the shadows and slicing near it’s neck to critically damage it, just almost missing the vital point. She cursed at this and once more as she recognized what they were, Ursai. A Minor and a Major.

Long minutes would pass by, occasional roars of the Ursai flashes of light from Blake’s pistol going off briefly illuminating the forest. For a brief moment, there was silence before the sound of a dying wail of one of the Ursa. The flashed of light would begin again and grow closer before Blake finally lept out from the trees, twisting her body midair to fire another couple shots before landing roughly near him.

“Only the Major is left, I took care of the Minor.”.she said quickly before the other Grimm burst from the brush, getting back into position. 

[weissenschnee]

La Douleur Exquise [closed with ask--blakebelladonna]

[ask--blakebelladonna]

“I think there was an abandoned farmhouse or something of the sort another mile from here.”,Blake paused to ponder a bit, trying to recall the exact location. “I remember it used to be owned by the town long ago, but as time grew on they built a new one much closer to the heart of the town. I guess they got tired of the Grimm snatching up their pigs and chickens. It’s been long forgotten since then.”

Blake would read over the words on the page a few times over, almost sadly before folding it once again and stashing it back. “So, Ice King, is this your first time out in the woods?”.Blake turned to look at him. While he had skill, no doubt, she did have a vibe he wasn’t so used to the setting. She felt bad to have thought it, but she wondered about his ability. Of course, she wouldn’t say she was an expert at her craft either. From castle gossip, Blake had heard a lot about the Schnee family semblance, with it’s intricate glyphs, especially summoning. 

[weissenschnee]

“By all means.” Weissen motioned for Blake to lead the way, staring through the darkness that only faunus eyes could penetrate. He tried to control his negative emotions. Though towns and cities generated more negativeness than the two of them would, they were easy pickings in comparison.

He had no one to blame for this mess but himself, which meant he had no right to complain when Blake gave her heart to another.

“Why does everyone keep calling me that?” He didn’t pout - Schnees didn’t pout - but it was something close to it. “But yes, if you must know, this would be my first time unaccompanied by guards of some sort.” He fingered the hilt of his rapier. “I do have experience hunting game and grimm alike, but never like this. Forgive me if I seem uncomfortable.”

[ask--blakebelladonna]

“As long as you could hold your own, it’s fine.”,she said simply, stepping in front of them to lead. After a few more minutes of silence and walking through the darkness with Weissen literally blindly following behind her, she paused. Her abrupt stop made Weissen bump into her, giving a whiff of whatever cologne he was wearing. “Something is circling us. And  I don’t think they’re alone.”,she whispered, unsheathing Gambol Shroud.

There was no way Weissen could help at the moment with the absolute darkness, but Blake doubted she could take on more than one, just maybe two. “On the count of three, you need to break for the edge of the woods.”

The edge of the woods was better illuminated by the town and crumbling moon, and Weissen would be of use with his sight. She planned to give Weissen a head start and fend the Grimm off before joining him. Of course, this is all with the hope that it is only a few lone creatures and not a whole pack. The light pollution in the night sky above from the town gave a clear indicator where to go.

Hearing rustling sounds grow closer, she tensed up and began to count, grabbing Weissen’s shoulder and backing up. “One...Two...”,she began, her hold on his shoulder tightening. “Three..!”,she shouted as two dark shadows broke out of the brush, roughly shoving Weissen into the direction of light.

[bunchofrpmemes]

Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

[ask--blakebelladonna]

"🍼" -Ruby. (Whatever gender)

Here she is

[ask--blakebelladonna]

🍼a baby girl please kitty

here you go!

[weissenschnee]

La Douleur Exquise [closed with ask--blakebelladonna]

[ask--blakebelladonna]

His disdain couldn’t have been more obvious. Choosing not to comment on it, she continued,”I’m just trying to find him again after all these years.” She would glance at Weissen and notice their tired expression, reaching into her bag to pull out a water bottle. “Hey, drink some of this. You look parched.”,she said flatly, placing it into his hand as they walked. 

They would reach the town soon, the lights illuminating the night. “The guards are probably searching the town now. We should keep going.”,she spoke again after a few minutes of silence. She would dig into her pocket to pull out an old looking paper. It seemed years old with a few tea stains and seemed to have been crumbled and folded over and over again during it’s years in Blake’s care. 

It was the last letter she had ever gotten from Adam. And, it was her only hope of finding him.

[weissenschnee]

He didn’t like the sound of staying out in the wilderness - not at night, at least. Grimm, despite their glowing red eyes and bone white skulls, had a habit of blending into the night. But he’d keep his pretty mouth shut. Most evils were better to face than the sight of his angry father - something he’d surely see if they were captured.

The sight of the paper, yellowed and worn soft, makes his jaw clench. All of this for a piece of paper and a boy she hadn’t even seen years ago. It left a bad taste in his mouth, one that wouldn’t be washed away, no matter how many sips of water he took.

The town glowed bright orange, it’s lanterns never daring to go out in the night. They passed it in silence and it’s light disappeared behind the forest trees.

“You know this place better than I do.” He lived farther north, where the snow rarely melted and the animals where few and hardy. “Where do you suggest we spend the night if not in a hotel?”

[ask--blakebelladonna]

“I think there was an abandoned farmhouse or something of the sort another mile from here.”,Blake paused to ponder a bit, trying to recall the exact location. “I remember it used to be owned by the town long ago, but as time grew on they built a new one much closer to the heart of the town. I guess they got tired of the Grimm snatching up their pigs and chickens. It's been long forgotten since then.”

Blake would read over the words on the page a few times over, almost sadly before folding it once again and stashing it back. “So, Ice King, is this your first time out in the woods?”.Blake turned to look at him. While he had skill, no doubt, she did have a vibe he wasn’t so used to the setting. She felt bad to have thought it, but she wondered about his ability. Of course, she wouldn’t say she was an expert at her craft either. From castle gossip, Blake had heard a lot about the Schnee family semblance, with it’s intricate glyphs, especially summoning. 

[weissenschnee]

La Douleur Exquise [closed with ask--blakebelladonna]

[ask--blakebelladonna]

At the question, Blake came to a stop. “I’ve been wanting to leave for a while. This arranged marriage just…pushed me to finally do it.”,she trailed off. She didn’t want to go into details with someone she barely knew. In truth, the pressure was too much. There was going to be a call for revolution one day, she was sure. 

She just didn’t think she had the capability of rehabilitating the country like her father is currently trying to do. Other than the economy, there were problems of past and present corrupt kings, queens and other nobility, growing anti-human radical terrorist groups such as the White Fang, and citizens wanting political reform, thinking there should be fair elections. Blake didn’t think she could handle it. Don’t even get her started on having everyone constantly crowding around her asking every need and the press barraging her family when they leave the castle.

Then, it was the marriage to unite two legendary families. “What about this marriage isn’t disagreeable?”,she asked in a low tone, turning to face him. “Marriage is supposed to an agreement of trust and commitment to love. Not a business deal. We haven’t even been given time to get to know each other before tonight.”,her shoulders slumped and she looked to the side,”Besides, I already made a promise with someone a long time ago.”

It was a wonder where she learned all of these ideologies, these were usually beliefs of common people, not royalty or high class people like the Schnee family.

[weissenschnee]

So there was another.

Weissen tried not to be hurt. He didn’t have a claim to Blake - even if they had been destined to marry - and he didn’t particularly expect her to return this… it was more of an infatuation than anything, wasn’t it? He didn’t know anything about her, other than she was a princess - other than her swirling, gold eyes.

It still felt like there was a weight against his chest, like his binder, but it seeped past his bones and compressed his lungs and heart.

He didn’t look at her as he continued onward.

Marrying for love. He grimaced, a reflex to the confusion he felt. Marrying for love was almost unheard of in their social class. Wealth and power was what was sought after - what was really important. He knew the only reason he wasn’t married already was because his father had recognized the signs that the Belladonna would need to do something to quell the growing unrest in their kingdom.

“That’s why you ran off.” It was probably a commoner then. Blake could have married whoever she wanted if they were noble born. His grimace grew, more out of distaste now. “That’s… romantic.” The tone in his voice made it clear that he didn’t think it was romantic at all.

At least Blake wasn’t opposed to this marriage because of him - only because she didn’t like the reasoning behind it.

[ask--blakebelladonna]

His disdain couldn’t have been more obvious. Choosing not to comment on it, she continued,”I’m just trying to find him again after all these years.” She would glance at Weissen and notice their tired expression, reaching into her bag to pull out a water bottle. “Hey, drink some of this. You look parched.”,she said flatly, placing it into his hand as they walked. 

They would reach the town soon, the lights illuminating the night. “The guards are probably searching the town now. We should keep going.”,she spoke again after a few minutes of silence. She would dig into her pocket to pull out an old looking paper. It seemed years old with a few tea stains and seemed to have been crumbled and folded over and over again during it’s years in Blake’s care. 

It was the last letter she had ever gotten from Adam. And, it was her only hope of finding him.

[weissenschnee]

La Douleur Exquise [closed with ask--blakebelladonna]

[ask--blakebelladonna]

Blake looked over her shoulder and saw him following in suit, nodding a bit at him and picking up her pace. The next town wasn’t for miles, and even then it wouldn’t be safe there. Blake would sigh a bit, looking at the trees and scenery, able to see somewhat in the dark. The woods would grow denser and sounds of animal and Grimm life alike would become more apparent as they walked on, Blake already unsheathing her weapon in case. 

It seemed like forever had gone by before either of them say anything. Blake only remembers sounds of distant Beowolves howling at the crumbling moon and rabbits and birds fleeing at the sounds of their footsteps. The royal kept thinking of her parent’s grief and confusion, but eventually was able to push it to the back of her mind, despite knowing it would hit her hard later. She had a goal and needed to follow it. Adam was waiting for her.

Occasionally Blake would sneak glances back at Weissen behind her, wondering what was going through his head. 

[weissenschnee]

Weissen wasn’t very comfortable with this. He’d been in the wilderness before - tests or training or just grimm clean up meant to familiarize him with a hunt or two -  but he’d been watched by trained guards who would step in if things got out of hand, though they never did. This would be the first time he was out with no security but the rapier at his hip and Blake at his side.

It was exciting, if he was honest with himself.

They walked in silence for a long while, eating up the miles under their quick gait. Beowolves and Ursa were the most populace grimm in these areas and he would rather not meet any of them.

When the moon was above them and a faint glow in the distance - a town - was visible, Weissen paused. Blake was almost invisible in the night except for the gleam of Gambol Shroud and her glowing, yellow eyes. “Why do you really want to leave?” He kept his voice soft, mindful of his surroundings. “What about this marriage is so disagreeable?”

[ask--blakebelladonna]

At the question, Blake came to a stop. “I’ve been wanting to leave for a while. This arranged marriage just...pushed me to finally do it.”,she trailed off. She didn’t want to go into details with someone she barely knew. In truth, the pressure was too much. There was going to be a call for revolution one day, she was sure. 

She just didn’t think she had the capability of rehabilitating the country like her father is currently trying to do. Other than the economy, there were problems of past and present corrupt kings, queens and other nobility, growing anti-human radical terrorist groups such as the White Fang, and citizens wanting political reform, thinking there should be fair elections. Blake didn’t think she could handle it. Don’t even get her started on having everyone constantly crowding around her asking every need and the press barraging her family when they leave the castle.

Then, it was the marriage to unite two legendary families. “What about this marriage isn’t disagreeable?”,she asked in a low tone, turning to face him. “Marriage is supposed to an agreement of trust and commitment to love. Not a business deal. We haven’t even been given time to get to know each other before tonight.”,her shoulders slumped and she looked to the side,”Besides, I already made a promise with someone a long time ago.”

It was a wonder where she learned all of these ideologies, these were usually beliefs of common people, not royalty or high class people like the Schnee family.

[weissenschnee]

La Douleur Exquise [closed with ask--blakebelladonna]

[ask--blakebelladonna]

Feeling his resistance, she grew alarmed. She kept her grip strong and the second she reached some distance into the woods, she roughly placed him and her bag down, sheathing Gambol Shroud. “Why do you want to stay?”,she hissed, now holding her sore shoulder he had been previously thrown over on just seconds ago. She was completely sure it was bruised badly. Her aura should kick in soon at least but at least it wasn’t worse.

 “Why do you want to be treated as some kind of contract agreement and not a person?”,she asked again, her eyes a mixture of hurt and flame. She had everything planned and he ruined it. She could hear sirens coming from the castle, the whole staff must have been alerted by now. Blake picked up her bag with her other arm, growing silent. This isn’t right. However angry she was, she shouldn’t drag him into this and ruin his life too. 

She looked at the ground hard, knowing they would start searching the nearby vicinity eventually. She looked up again, surprised he was still standing there but kept her expression. 

“You can’t stop me. I’ve made my choice. …You can go ahead and make yours.”,her eyes softened and the sadness in them took over the flames once again. She clenched her fists and began to turn away.

[weissenschnee]

“…” Weissen stared at her, comprehending but not entirely understanding.

Of course, from the very beginning of his life there had been certain expectations for him to uphold. Don’t show weakness, be polite and courteous, don’t associate with the underclass, study; perfection was his goal, one he should have reached by now. And since the beginning of his life, he’d been expected to do as he was told so he could be married off for political gain. He was long since used to being treated like some kind of contract agreement.

A lot of people would be hurt if this marriage didn’t follow through. Weissen knew the only reason he would run away was if he felt like he had to, and maybe Blake did.

With one last long look at the palace grounds, it’s windows lighting up with each passing second as worried yells started to fill the air…

He turned away, hands shaking as he went to follow Blake. Maybe he could convince her to come back without having to fight her, but for that to happen he would have to follow her.

[ask--blakebelladonna]

Blake looked over her shoulder and saw him following in suit, nodding a bit at him and picking up her pace. The next town wasn’t for miles, and even then it wouldn’t be safe there. Blake would sigh a bit, looking at the trees and scenery, able to see somewhat in the dark. The woods would grow denser and sounds of animal and Grimm life alike would become more apparent as they walked on, Blake already unsheathing her weapon in case. 

It seemed like forever had gone by before either of them say anything. Blake only remembers sounds of distant Beowolves howling at the crumbling moon and rabbits and birds fleeing at the sounds of their footsteps. The royal kept thinking of her parent’s grief and confusion, but eventually was able to push it to the back of her mind, despite knowing it would hit her hard later. She had a goal and needed to follow it. Adam was waiting for her.

Occasionally Blake would sneak glances back at Weissen behind her, wondering what was going through his head. 

[uneasy-utahime]

Send me 🚮 to DUNK MY MUSE INTO THE TRASH WHERE THEY BELONG

[weissenschnee]

La Douleur Exquise [closed with ask--blakebelladonna]

[ask--blakebelladonna]

Her father and her father’s father both had trained and thought that their children to be able to fend for themselves and their country. Ever since she was little, her father and her would spar. It was never with negative reinforcement, like Weiss had encountered, and for the most part was playful bonding like a Lion and his cub. During this time, she would learn how to use her semblance.

Though, with growing tensions in the country over the last few years, the sparring had gotten more serious. He was never open with the reasons why, but she knew with the possibility of a seize on the palace, her father must have wanted her to not have to depend on guards. 

Blake was given Gambol Shroud at age 12 and had learned to control her semblance well. In her father’s place, he would send in trainers and such to take her on and guide her. Though she hated the reasons that made her have to learn to fight, she was thankful now.

She hadn’t expected Weissen to be so light, but still the extra weight slowed her down a bit, even with the adrenaline boost. Her shoulder still ached, but she continued however, not wanting to stop until she was sure she was safe. Hearing his question, she decided to come out with it. “You usually don’t necessarily tell anyone that you’re running away.” With that, it was only about another 30 seconds that they would reach the forest.

[weissenschnee]

It took a moment for him to process what Blake had said.

His eyes flew open, pupils pinpricks against the blue of his irises. At the angle he was in, he wouldn’t be able to reach his rapier.

“What!? Why would you run away?!”

Unlike Blake, who’d been given Gambol Shroud at age 12, Weissen had used Myrtenaster since the tender age of 7. He could still remember his father giving him the cold, gleaming weapon that flowed with dust. Being expected to master it within the next few months, even as they changed and re-changed the blade length as he grew.

But his father had outsmarted himself. Though he was a master with his blade, hand to hand combat was sorely lacking. The fact that Blake was royal also made him hesitant to do anything that could possibly harm her.

In the end, the only thing he could do was brace a hand against her shoulder blade and push, trying to struggle free from her grip.

[ask--blakebelladonna]

Feeling his resistance, she grew alarmed. She kept her grip strong and the second she reached some distance into the woods, she roughly placed him and her bag down, sheathing Gambol Shroud. “Why do you want to stay?”,she hissed, now holding her sore shoulder he had been previously thrown over on just seconds ago. She was completely sure it was bruised badly. Her aura should kick in soon at least but at least it wasn’t worse.

 “Why do you want to be treated as some kind of contract agreement and not a person?”,she asked again, her eyes a mixture of hurt and flame. She had everything planned and he ruined it. She could hear sirens coming from the castle, the whole staff must have been alerted by now. Blake picked up her bag with her other arm, growing silent. This isn’t right. However angry she was, she shouldn’t drag him into this and ruin his life too. 

She looked at the ground hard, knowing they would start searching the nearby vicinity eventually. She looked up again, surprised he was still standing there but kept her expression. 

“You can’t stop me. I’ve made my choice. ...You can go ahead and make yours.”,her eyes softened and the sadness in them took over the flames once again. She clenched her fists and began to turn away.

[weissenschnee]

La Douleur Exquise [closed with ask--blakebelladonna]

[ask--blakebelladonna]

Her eyes were still wide. He…was going along with it…?? With no reluctance?? 

Blake bit her lips, thinking fast. “No one’s after us. Yet. We need to just get off palace grounds.”,she said bluntly in the end, seeing no way around the truth. “You’re really sure you want to-”,she heard another guard come around the corner, calling out Blake’s name. Shit. They checked her room so soon?? 

“Looks like you don’t have a choice anymore.”,she said, her expression hardening as she threw him over her shoulder and began to run towards the woods. Hopefully the height of the maze will obstruct the guards view until she was close to it.

[weissenschnee]

Weissen tried not to squeak. He failed - but at least he tried. “Blake?! - Wh-” He whispered aggressively, face first in Blake’s back. If he wasn’t in such an unbecoming position he would have paused to admire her strength. As little as he weighed, carrying a human and running at the same time was still a great feat of strength.

He grimaced and crossed his arms, closing his eyes so he wasn’t staring at Blake’s posterior.

The scent of flowers turned into mulch and dirt as Blake carried him away from the garden. So she was being pursued then? And was running before she could be found. His grimace turned to a thoughtful frown as he tried to work through her logic.

“Princess, how come you didn’t tell your parents someone was after you?” It would certainly be the safest choice.

[ask--blakebelladonna]

Her father and her father’s father both had trained and thought that their children to be able to fend for themselves and their country. Ever since she was little, her father and her would spar. It was never with negative reinforcement, like Weiss had encountered, and for the most part was playful bonding like a Lion and his cub. During this time, she would learn how to use her semblance.

Though, with growing tensions in the country over the last few years, the sparring had gotten more serious. He was never open with the reasons why, but she knew with the possibility of a seize on the palace, her father must have wanted her to not have to depend on guards. 

Blake was given Gambol Shroud at age 12 and had learned to control her semblance well. In her father’s place, he would send in trainers and such to take her on and guide her. Though she hated the reasons that made her have to learn to fight, she was thankful now.

She hadn’t expected Weissen to be so light, but still the extra weight slowed her down a bit, even with the adrenaline boost. Her shoulder still ached, but she continued however, not wanting to stop until she was sure she was safe. Hearing his question, she decided to come out with it. “You usually don’t necessarily tell anyone that you’re running away.” With that, it was only about another 30 seconds that they would reach the forest.

[weissenschnee]

La Douleur Exquise [closed with ask--blakebelladonna]

[ask--blakebelladonna]

At her name, she spun around to face him, a look of a mixture between shock and nervousness on her face. “What are you doing..?”,she barely got the words out before noticing a guard coming around the corner of a far wall with his lantern in one hand and a sword in a sheath.

She tensed up and grabbed Weissen by his arm, hiding behind one of the outer hedges of the maze facing away from the palace and towards the woods. With Weissen’s balance and stance loose, she was able to hold him against her with a hand covering his mouth. She was physically a bit stronger than him and was able to somewhat keep him close even with his struggle. After a minute or two that she was sure the guard was gone, she released him and pulled Gambol Shroud from it’s sheath.

She didn’t want to fight or anything. But, Weissen could possibly tell her parents and the guards of her escape plan…For a few moments, the faunus had lost her usually cool expression, trying to find a way to fix her plan. Gulping, she said suddenly,“ You have to come with me.”, her eyes wide and unsure.

[weissenschnee]

“Wha-” He gasped, suddenly pulled off balance. His glyph dissipated just before the guard came around the corner and then he couldn’t speak. Pressed up against Blake like this, he could feel her body heat through the layers of clothes they both wore.

Silently, he watch the guard walk passed the spot they’d been standing at, none the wiser. And once they were out of view, he felt Blake’s hand slide off of his face. There was panic on her’s. A worry and desperation that made his gut heavy and his blood cold. “Is someone after you?”

Weissen adjusted his grip on Myrtenaster, suddenly serious and angry. “Are they part of the guard?” He motioned further into the forest. “We should go.” He waited for Blake to go first, content to guard her back as he thought of the only reason Blake would try to flee the castle. An assassin, who wouldn’t go after the other Belladonna’s if Blake was away - there was no point in killing the queen and king if they couldn’t kill the princess first. As long as the royal line could continue, Weissen was sure they’d be safe.

His sister was well enough to take care of herself and… Well, he didn’t really care what would happen to his father.

“Do you know where we’re going?”

[ask--blakebelladonna]

Her eyes were still wide. He...was going along with it...?? With no reluctance?? 

Blake bit her lips, thinking fast. “No one’s after us. Yet. We need to just get off palace grounds.”,she said bluntly in the end, seeing no way around the truth. “You’re really sure you want to-”,she heard another guard come around the corner, calling out Blake’s name. Shit. They checked her room so soon?? 

“Looks like you don’t have a choice anymore.”,she said, her expression hardening as she threw him over her shoulder and began to run towards the woods. Hopefully the height of the maze will obstruct the guards view until she was close to it.

[musingsiren]

              Before I met you       I never SMILED as much                  as I do now.

[wnq-music]

You intoxicate my soul with your eyes.

Billie Holiday, “You Go To My Head,” Album: Billie Holiday Sings (via wnq-music)

[weissenschnee]

La Douleur Exquise [closed with ask--blakebelladonna]

[ask--blakebelladonna]

Blake would go off to her room for the night, pretending to sleep for about an hour. As she would awake, she would quickly change into modest, dark clothing consisting of a black turtle neck and brown pants with boots, also tying her long hair into a low ponytail with an old bow she used to wear as a child. Making sure her room was settled and clean and her letter was placed gingerly in her parent’s room, she would open the glass door to her balcony, shutting it behind her. She was really going through with this…

She looked at her room once last time from behind the door, the moonlit illuminating it and an ache beginning to form in her chest. Blake then imagined her parents sleeping peacefully in their room across the hall, completely clueless. A small tear rolling down her cheek., she spoke,“Goodbye. I love you two.” and turned to face the railing, looking at the long jump below. Bracing herself, she jumped, rolling as she landed to protect herself. Well, not perfectly. She felt a pain in her shoulder and winced, but couldn’t stop to examine it.

Quietly, she would make her way to the gardens to get her bag, it being filled with a few pictures, bread, water and some cash. ‘Thank god it’s still all here.”, she smiled out of relief and looked out at the woods a little ways behind the grounds.

[weissenschnee]

Weissen had long since lost track of time staring out the window when he noticed a figure slink its way into the garden, almost blending into the night except for the flash of silky hair catching the dimmed lights of the palace. He straightened in alarm, hand automatically drifting towards Myrtenaster.

An attack on the palace?! It wouldn’t be impossible. Now of all times would be the best to send an assassin to kill him or Blake and ruin the Schnee-Belladonna allegiance. He certainly knew the Schnees had more than enough enemies - and doubted the Belladonna’s were any different.

He dismissed calling for help. The noise would draw attention - perhaps warning this person to flee before being caught. He would go alone.

So he opened the window, well oiled hinges silent. A glyph formed at his will, glowing white under his feet for a single second before launching him straight out the window. Another glyph formed behind Blake, casting stark shadows as it’s vivid light swirled. He landed on it seconds later, floating in the air and pointing the tip of Myrtenaster towards the mystery figure.

“Explain yourself.” Voice cold and eyes flashing, the tip of his blessed rapier didn’t waver even a millimeter. “Who are you - what do you wan-”

Weissen paused, all at once noticing the ears - the slope of their shoulders, their build and body language. His breath stuttered to a halt before leaving in one big breath through his nose.

“Blake?”

[ask--blakebelladonna]

At her name, she spun around to face him, a look of a mixture between shock and nervousness on her face. "What are you doing..?",she barely got the words out before noticing a guard coming around the corner of a far wall with his lantern in one hand and a sword in a sheath.

She tensed up and grabbed Weissen by his arm, hiding behind one of the outer hedges of the maze facing away from the palace and towards the woods. With Weissen's balance and stance loose, she was able to hold him against her with a hand covering his mouth. She was physically a bit stronger than him and was able to somewhat keep him close even with his struggle. After a minute or two that she was sure the guard was gone, she released him and pulled Gambol Shroud from it's sheath.

She didn't want to fight or anything. But, Weissen could possibly tell her parents and the guards of her escape plan...For a few moments, the faunus had lost her usually cool expression, trying to find a way to fix her plan. Gulping, she said suddenly," You have to come with me.", her eyes wide and unsure.

[weissenschnee]

La Douleur Exquise [closed with ask--blakebelladonna]

[ask--blakebelladonna]

Blake smiled bittersweetly, happy to at least apologize for her behavior, but as far as she knew, their marriage wasn’t going to be happening. Yet, she was still unaware of his true feelings.

“It’ll be like it never even happened. ”,she said in response. “You’re…very sweet, Weissen.”,she leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek and clasped her hands together behind her. In the distance, she could hear a clock begin to ring deeply, signalling that it was 10 o clock.

It was almost time. “I have to go. I hope to see you again.”, she returned the same sad smile before turning to leave.

[weissenschnee]

“I- oh, yes.” Time for what, Weissen wasn’t sure. Well, at the moment he wasn’t sure about anything except his cheek was tingling and everything was warm. “Thank you. I mean, yes.” He coughed into his fist, falling back into his military training and adopting a straight spined posed, feet pressed together at the heel. “I-I wish you a good night, Blake.”

As she left, he turned on his heel to leave the dining hall through another exit. It would lead him to the guest room he was staying at, which overlooked the palace gardens he’d spent time in earlier in the evening and well past the perimeter of the palace grounds, a forest trimmed down so no grimm could sneak in.

His room was well furnished, but spartan, with only a few changes of clothes he’d brought from home. The rest was owned by the Belladonnas, and he treated their objects with as much respect as he could. Carefully pulling back the curtains, he paused in front of the window.

From here he could see the stone bench they’d spoken on before. He stared at it, lost in thoughts of love and happiness. Weissen didn’t even notice the smile forming on his lips.

[ask--blakebelladonna]

Blake would go off to her room for the night, pretending to sleep for about an hour. As she would awake, she would quickly change into modest, dark clothing consisting of a black turtle neck and brown pants with boots, also tying her long hair into a low ponytail with an old bow she used to wear as a child. Making sure her room was settled and clean and her letter was placed gingerly in her parent’s room, she would open the glass door to her balcony, shutting it behind her. She was really going through with this...

She looked at her room once last time from behind the door, the moonlit illuminating it and an ache beginning to form in her chest. Blake then imagined her parents sleeping peacefully in their room across the hall, completely clueless. A small tear rolling down her cheek., she spoke,“Goodbye. I love you two.” and turned to face the railing, looking at the long jump below. Bracing herself, she jumped, rolling as she landed to protect herself. Well, not perfectly. She felt a pain in her shoulder and winced, but couldn’t stop to examine it.

Quietly, she would make her way to the gardens to get her bag, it being filled with a few pictures, bread, water and some cash. ‘Thank god it’s still all here.”, she smiled out of relief and looked out at the woods a little ways behind the grounds.