The Last Schnee Standing

Whitley Schnee Twenty-One Biography Pinterest Board Green is where it's at Green will never let you down You can bet your life on that Win the bet and buy a crown 'Cause when pushin' comes to shove Money conquers faith and love You can buy 'em up for nothing down Money makes the world go round and round Round and around Money makes the world go round and round Round and around Sell your soul at cost Buy the bar another round Make yourself the boss Pay your worker's shit and tax the ground 'Cause when money is your friend Then the party never ends Hire a crew and you can paint the town Money makes the world go round and round Round and around Private Whitley Schnee from RWBY Belongs to intergalacticrp

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florassence‌:

Flora paused staring at the other with wide, and wary eyes. She only faltered for a second, before nodding along and following after him as fast as her weakened state allowed her. She probably wasn’t in the right state of mind and the other seemed to know what they were doing. Sort of, though she did have her doubts…

“Have you never been on the mainland before?” The Seelie asked, voice dropping to a whisper as her feet wobbled slightly. Flora used the trees for balance and to keep herself upright. From the sound of it, this one was probably merfolk-though she might’ve been making assumptions.

Merfolk were wanted for their scales and their voices, so it wasn’t surprising that many didn’t come onto the land. But if this was his first time, she couldn’t just leave him alone. Poor thing probably didn’t know how to navigate his dry feet. // @coldcstson​

Whitley hated land. Hated his legs. They were too lanky and pale. Weak in comparison to his beautiful tail. His knees buckled from a lack of use and unfamiliarity. Still, Whitley knew how to run. How to escape, and the best way to escape was in the ocean. At the very least the other seemed to follow, because Whitley wasn’t hanging around a moment longer.

“Un-unfortunately, for brief moments,” he admitted, voice low as he stumbled his way through the woods. “It’s just as awful as it had been in the beginning.” He only ever left to come find his sisters. It was getting frustrating being left behind constantly, scared that they’d never return.

His inexperience with walking showed, his steps shaky and uncertain, but he was still bolting through the forest with amazing speeds. Fear always beat awkwardness. // @florassence​

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florassence‌:

With bated breath, Flora watched as the other struggled to open the trap. She worried momentarily, what if she couldn’t get out. What if she was trapped here. Her wings would be taken and she would be lieft-alive or dead, it didn’t really matter. It would be unfortunate one way or another. 

The second her wings and legs were free, she let herself down from the hanging trap gently and quietly, mustering what magic she had to dampen the noise. Her wings looked pitiful in that moment; crumpled, crinkled, and dull. There was no shine or luster that normal Seelie wings would have due to the amount of stress placed on them. She felt shame well up within her at the stranger having to see her wings like this. 

“We need to go,” Flora took a ragged breath, ignoring the throbbing in her leg. The two needed to get as far away from this area as soon as they could. The closer they were to the towns, the less likely the poachers would try and follow them there. Poachers needed stealth and as little to no eyes watching as them possible. Crowds and witnesses were never their allies. // @coldcstson​

The moment the other was free, Whitley wanted to turn tail and run. He’d already put his life on line for the other and she should be grateful for that, but he didn’t need to stick around. He didn’t want to be seen. To be hurt. He certainly didn’t want to be caught in a trap and hurt and killed, because that was what humans did, wasn’t it? Took and destroyed.

Nodding at the seelie’s words, Whitley took a step back and paused as the woman started heading the other way. “Wh-what are you doing?” Whitley hissed, stepping back carefully to head back for the treelines. Closer to the ocean.

“Human’s live there. Other- other creatures.” Shaking his head, the merman slipped behind a tree, overly cautious and scared. “No. No no. That way’s not safe. Too many people. Too many humans.” // @florassence​

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Toast and Bananas // R&W

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prettyndpunk‌:

Reese just about lost it when the boy dove into the water, managing to restrain herself to a few muffled giggles. Part of her was considering following him. She was sure how well a ghost would do underwater, but harassing him further might just be worth finding out.

Fortunately for her, Sir Shakes-a-lot seemed to be a glutton for punishment. Floating over to where the top half of his head was just barely poking up above the water, Reese hovered for a moment as she considered her next move, and just how far she was willing to take things. She didn’t want to scar the poor guy for life, just have a little harmless fun. Maybe she’d even apologize to him when all was said and done.

“You can’t run from Death, child,” A snicker managed to break free, but she thought she’d muffled it quickly enough. The prank wouldn’t work if she broke down into hysterics halfway through, “She comes for you, even now.”

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Eyes wide and searching, the merman didn’t see any other. No humans. No danger. But even still he could swear he felt a chill racing up his spine. Where was Winter? He needed her now. Or Weiss. Didn’t they know they were all he had left? Why couldn’t they just stay with him in the water!

Huffing, Whitley just started to rise higher from the water when another voice spoke out.

Nope. Nope nope NOPE.

With a splash of water, the merman dived back under the surface to hide in the darkest reaches of the ocean, where it was safe! He could berate his sisters for leaving him later! // @prettyndpunk​

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florassence‌:

The Seelie’s mind was hazy with panic and fear. Poachers. What were they doing in the forest? More importantly, if she didn’t find a way to get out of this trap soon, they’d come find her and take her wings. It was common talk among her species to be hunter for their wings-the underground market was rather fond of them; beautiful pieces to be displayed proudly like they were animal pelts or used in magics and potions alike. They were sold for a rather bountiful price.

Flora didn’t think poachers would’ve ever come to this area, much less she get trapped in one of their own contraptions. She got to cocky, too comfortable and now she was going to pay the price. 

Her attention darted to the sudden appearance of a new person, eyes wide and full of tears. Carefully and quietly she nodded, trying to make as little noise as possible. “Please help,” She whispered.” // @coldcstson​

Whitley was nervous. Of course he was! He didn’t have either of his sisters here to protect him. He wasn’t as fast on his feet either, unsteady and awkward. Still, he slowly crept towards the trap, nervous and ready to turn and bolt at any moment.

“I- I don’t know how this works,” Whitley whispered back, crouching carefully beside the trap and glancing over it with panicked eyes. Gods, human invention really was awful. Who could create something so vile?

It took him a moment of prodding, testing, before he found a spring to hold down. Pushing it down and pulling back on the trap, its teeth slowly parted. “Quickly,” he stressed, fingers trembling. He wasn’t strong enough to hold it for long! // @florassence​

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Toast and Bananas // R&W

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prettyndpunk‌:

Floating lazily along the shore, Reese really wished she could enjoy the sunshine the way other beings did. As it was, it was just kind of bright, no warmth to be had.

She didn’t think Arslan had been serious when Reese had asked what she was supposed to do while she was out of town, ‘go to the beach,’ wasn’t something she or the medium had ever done before. At least, Reese had never been there since her death. And as far as she knew, Arslan hadn’t been since they’d started ‘living’ together. With no better options, she’d actually done it.

She’d expected a few swimmers, maybe some sunbathers, but certainly not a mermaid. Truth be told, she’d kind of thought they were made up until she saw they boy sitting on the rock, practically pouting.

Hovering over the water, Reese stopped just shy of him, trailing a finger through his spine to give him chills before leaning in close, just beside his ear, to whisper, “Do you fear death?”

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In all honesty, it was.. terrifying being out here without his sisters around. It was easier watching and waiting from the shores. He could escape, if need be. He was fast in the water. Faster than any of these landlocked creatures were. But waiting for his sisters to return was nerve-wrecking. 

What if they were hurt? Killed? They knew it stressed him when they left the water, and still they insisted! They should stay where they were better protected.

Whitley’s ice blue fin slapped against the damn rock he rested on, agitation making him restless. He had to sit here and wait for one of them.. but did they have to worry him so much?

Whitley felt a chill down his back, body hunched and skin crawling. That.. wasn’t wind. He didn’t have time to question, not when there was a voice against his ear.

“Winter!” Panicking, the merman dived into the water without hesitation, swimming to the deep waters before turning, back and scales pressed against sand as panicked eyes searched. Nothing.. What?

After a moment of panic, Whitley slowly swam to the surface, a little way off from the rocks he’d rested at, eyes peeking just above the water’s surface.

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florassence‌:

Her fists banged against the metal that caged her, fingers trying to pry the metal open. Tears prickled her eyes as her efforts were fruitless. She couldn’t even change her form to be smaller and try and escape the metal was digging into her wings-! The seelie was merely minding her own business when she’d accidentally set off a trap, ending with her wings between the teeth of a trap and one of her own legs.

“Help…! Anyone…!” She cried out, trying to reach behind her, ignoring the pain shooting through her at every action. 

Whitley hated the land. Hated the feeling of dirt and leaves stuck to his feet. Hated the feeling of feet entirely. He would have stayed in the water, where it was at the very least cooler and so much more comfortable, even if they weren’t the frigid waters of home. He’d only crept out to find one of his sisters when he’d heard the voice.

Cautious, Whitley slowly made his way through the treeline, eyeing the woman trapped for a moment. A human trap, no doubt. How cruel and disgusting humans were. Worried for his own safety, the merman’s eyes flicked around in panic, taking a moment to assure he was safe before slowly stepping out.

“Stop yelling. You might attract them.” And if a human appeared, Whitley would most certainly leave her to protect himself.

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crscntlight‌:

“Oh, hm, lemme think…. Do you like sweets?” She figures she should start simple and just go off from there. It’s not as if she’s looking for some grand reason or extremely deep detail that they both share. Sometimes, it’s just simple things like food, movies, music. If there’s something there, then that’s enough for her. 

Kari’s star was shaping up to looking really well, even corners and all. “Why not?” She held it out to him, the last corner unfinished, “It’s fun to play in the snow, and we won’t be getting weather like this for a while-” hopefully “-so might as well make the most of it. Don’t tell me you don’t like playing in the snow?” // @coldcstson​

There was a moment’s pause where Whitley stiffened up, a slight pout puffing out his bottom lip. Reluctantly, he answered a very quiet, “yes.” But who didn’t? Sweets were very addictive! And it was certainly nicer then something bitter! He still didn’t know how Weiss could drink coffee like she enjoyed it.

“With the way this station keeps messing up? I’d say that’s a bold statement.” Frowning, Whitley reached out to build the last cover, brows drawn in concentration. This was rediculous, but he’d be damned if he didn’t do it perfectly. His edges had to be straight. Sharp. Perfect. “I did when I was a child,” Whitley stressed. // @crscntlight​

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jfc-jinx‌:

“So you don’t want me calling you by your name?” She twisted his words around, eyes lighting up eagerly, “Because I can do that. I can totally do that.” There were worse things to call him-frankly, Jinx believed she’d been rather tame with her ‘nicknames’. Worse had come out of her mouth, and giving the other a discreet and quick once over, she probably wouldn’t run out if she went that route either. 

“But maybe I’ll do it once just for shock value…” The thought was appealing. Would it leave him speechless? She always did like it when she shocked ‘em enough to muteness. Waving her spoon at him, Jinx gave him an inscrutable look, “You’ve got me thinking, decisions, decisions.” // @coldcstson

“How did you come to that conclusion from anything I said?” Baffled, Whitley stared in utter bewilderment. Nothing. Nothing he said suggested that he wanted to be called by a name besides his own! But for her to stop calling him a woman would be a very nice start! “No, I’d much rather you called me by my name. Common decency.” He was playing into her hand and getting riled up, but it was getting frustrating.

Rolling his eyes, Whitley finished off his icecream with a small hum. “I have a feeling you’ll do what you like no matter what I say.” // @jfc-jinx​

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normalknees-and-0gs‌:

“But what’s the point of just keeping all your extra money sitting in a bank?” Was there some secret points system rich people used to keep score? Congratulations, Mr. Schnee, you died with 20 billion credits in your account, you get access to super Heaven? Any way you spun it, it sounded dumb to her, “You don’t need to spend more than you make, just use the extra for charities or hanging out with friends. Wouldn’t you rather have good memories than a ton of money you’ll never use?”

Okay, apparently just using her first named sounded wrong coming from him too. Maybe her name just wasn’t something fancy people should be saying. That was her bad, but she couldn’t just tell him never mind, “See? Doesn’t that feel better? A little less formal.”

“And what’s the point of being poor?” Honestly, this was just utterly ridiculous. Everyone, even those who were barely scraping by, knew the importance of money. “I have good memories,” Whitley defended, brows pinched in bewilderment. He did! He just.. couldn’t be bothered to focus on those moments. “The money will go to supporting my future children and building a foundation for their success, just as father did for Winter, Weiss, and myself. Weiss too will use her money to build up her future family and keep the Schnee name thriving.” And spreading until their control was undeniable.

“I don’t know about better. I just feel awkward now,” Whitley admitted, frowning to himself. “You are a teammate of my sister, and thus I should treat you with a higher level of respect. But, if this is what you prefer then I can’t deny it.”

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jfc-jinx‌:

“No you aren’t. You’ve got nothing to you aside from your last name. I haven’t seen you do one thing for yourself, Suzanne.” Her brows furrowed and she looked genuinely confused and maybe a tad mildly concerned. Reputation was nothing if you didn’t have anything to back it up. Sure, he had a big name but he wasn’t anything without it. Even now he was relying on it to validate himself. It’d be one thing if maybe she’d seen him do something for himself outside of his last name. Hell, even just buying a smoothie probably would’ve garnered something, but he hasn’t. Yet. Or maybe he’d never. She wasn’t going to go around being hopeful. That was Cheryl’s business, but she wasn’t going to feed into his ego when he’d done nothing to deserve her recognition. 

Jinx let out a laugh at seeing his childish attitude. “Don’t worry Jocelyn, we’ll work on it.” She waved her hand at him, gesturing for him to ease up and chill taking another spoonful of her ice cream. “Maybe I’ll surprise you one day.” // @coldcstson

Frowning, Whitley didn’t bother sending her a look this time. No, she didn’t understand. The Schnee family was his everything. Everything he was. Everything he was to become. These things Jinx was going on about, they didn’t matter. And it was a simple matter of them being from two different worlds. As with Ruby, it was impossible for him to explain to someone who wasn’t a part of it. There was no point in arguing. Nothing he said would get across to her.

Rolling his eyes, Whitley turned back towards her and continued eating. “I look forward to the possibility. At this point, I think I’d be generally shocked if you’d at least stop calling me women’s names.” // @jfc-jinx​

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crscntlight‌:

She hums quietly, bending down to gather more snow to even out the corners. “I don’t know why people do it-hurting others I mean. I can’t see the appeal. I can’t understand how someone can get pleasure from seeing others in pain.” Whether that was physical or emotional, the brunette was baffled and disgusted by the thought of purposefully harming someone. “But-” She forces a turn into the conversation, it doesn’t bode well with her to linger on things like this, “I bet we have more in common than just that.”

“I could make a heart instead,” Kari replied smoothly working on the third point. “There doesn’t need to be any special reason to make a star from snow. Or a heart. Just, you know, go with it.” She was beginning to get the impression that he had never played in the snow before. “Do you wanna try?” // @coldcstson​

“Do you now? Like what?” Sceptical but mildly curious, Whitley raised a brow at her comment. An aversion towards violence was normal, and something he wished was more common then it clearly was. There was far too much praise towards violence for his tastes. Barbaric, all of it.

That wasn’t at all his point. A star. A heart. The fact of the matter was that it still seemed childish. “Why would I want to do that?” He pressed, squatting down slightly to eye her work. This entire thing seemed so silly.. // @crscntlight​

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sunday mornings // w&&w

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schncc‌:

Weiss had made the decision a few days ago that she should visit her brother. That she should go see how he was doing after the flood, make sure that he was okay, just… check on him. So here she was, standing in front of his door. She had been standing in front of his door for almost an entire minute now, just starring at it and maybe that’s as far as she would make it. 

It would be the farthest she had made it since she had the idea, so it was a step in the right direction. With that being said, she wasn’t going to just leave. She had never been a quitter. So she raised her hand and knocked twice on the heavy door. // @coldcstson

What on Atlas was she doing?

Leaning against his kitchen counter, Whitley had a bowl of white chocolate gelato he was picking at, eyes staring down at his scroll screen. His door motion alarm had gone off a minute ago, something he didn’t care too much for. People walked by often. But when he brought up the feed to see just who set it off, it was simply Weiss. Standing there. For a full minute. He wasn’t sure if he should be amused or creeped out. 

Eventually she moved and Whitley straightened up, dropping his spoon in the bowl as she finally knocked. Knocked. Not press the perfectly accessible doorbell. Then again, after that flood, he wasn’t sure he’d trust the electronics to work either. Sighing, Whitley came to his front door, turning off his security system and unlocking it before opening it for his sister.

“Sister,” he greeted, pulling the door open entirely before folding his arms behind his back. “I’m glad to see you safe after that.. nasty flooding.” // @schncc​

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crscntlight‌:

“Nope!” Kari shook her head, the little ball of fluff ontop of her head shaking comically. Eyes widen and face white, she denied the claim, “I could never hurt anyone!” It was true. The thought of hurting someone pained her more than the thought of actually doing it. It was a hollow sort of pain, the type that hit you worst in your chest and left you feeling empty the more you thought about it. Physically she wasn’t really capable of hurting anyone either, she had muscle but not a lot of definition-though that was a work in progress. Most of her strength came from her legs anyways. 

“Well, why not? It’s snowing? Might as well have fun with it.” She tilted her head, not seeing what the big deal was. Maybe he had never played in the snow before? // @coldcstson​

He wasn’t really insinuating she’d done it. He’d simply been joking, but the way she looked at him suggested she feared he was serious. “Well, that’s one thing we have in common,” he answered quietly. Well.. not physically. He didn’t like violence or pain. Found the act childish, barbaric, and... terrifying. Biting the inside of his cheek, he glanced away at that thought. Violence always came in the form of the White Fang, or when father was... upset. He couldn’t see why his sisters would want to pursue a life of violence. He wasn’t stupid enough to believe it wasn’t necessary. They had armies, of course. But people like them didn’t need to meddle in that, so why do it willingly?

“It’s a star.” How was it fun? Especially when the cold apparently could harm her. // @crscntlight​

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jfc-jinx‌:

She shoots him a dark look, irritation pinching at her, but lets the topic drop for now. Jinx only follows orders from one person and that’s Slade. Anything else, she either follows of her own free will or she’s the one barking them out. What was so bad of a little expletive here and there anyways? Atleast, her sentences made sense! Peggy could’ve been talking to Billy and oh would’ve that been a fucking headache. Cursing and his southern slang made for a messy, indiscernible combo. “And let me guess, you wanna be one of the ones that leave a mark on the world. Too much control and restraint becomes suffocating after a certain point. You start being a puppet than a person.” That’s how she saw it, that’s how she experienced it. “Most people don’t, but Hell finds a way of catching up to everyone,” Ae-ra answered cryptically, digging into her ice cream. 

“How so?” It was the truth. Ah right. Truth hurts sometimes. “Because you react like that, Amanda.” She shot him a droll look, one that was difficult to tell if she was telling the truth or she was still bluffing and still didn’t know his name. // @coldcstson​

Brows drawn in confusion, Whitley eyed the other in disbelief. More puppet than person? How needlessly poetic. No, that wasn’t it at all.. He was simply following father’s wishes! Jacques was successful. Controlled one of the most powerful companies in their entire galaxy. There were things that could be improved, sure, and sometimes father seemed to miss the big picture.. But there was no denial his methods were successful. “I’m a Schnee,” he answered, playing with his icecream once again. “I have a path laid out before me which will ensure nothing short of success and growth. I don’t need to be a ‘person’.” The comments on hell... were a little dramatic. Honestly, what was Jinx even going on about?

“I am the son of one of Remnant’s most influential people. I can assure you I’m obviously worth talking about.” Maybe he should be grateful she wouldn’t talk about him, but it was still insulting. “It’s-” Pausing, Whitley frowned at the woman, brows drawn in thought. Ah. Well... that was rude too. Instead of finishing his comment, Whitley turned his face away and shovelled another chunk of icecream into his mouth, damn near pouting as he did.” // @jfc-jinx​ 

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normalknees-and-0gs:

“Why would you want to keep the money? Shouldn’t you use it on making yourself and others happy?” Was Whitley like those old guys with the pyramids she’d read about, planning on taking everything with him into the afterlife? That was just dumb, whatever came next, she didn’t think it worked like that. It’d be like starting a new game with all your equipment from the last playthrough, “What good does hoarding it do?”

Ms. Rose was bad enough. Ms. Ruby Rose? Ick. She already had all sorts of responsibilities, she didn’t need the extra help feeling older than she was. She still wasn’t totally ready to adult, “Please just call me Ruby…we’re like the same age…”

“To- to have a financially set life. To mark success. To afford things. Why wouldn’t you want money? If you spend more money than you’re making, eventually you’ll have nothing.” Explaining why people wanted money was certainly something he never thought he’d ever have to explain. Did Weiss have to answer so many obvious questions too?

What.. did age have to do with calling someone their name and title? It was respectful, wasn’t it? He was trying to get along with this woman. He’d gone out of his way to regard her with respect. Now she was telling him not to? “Of.. course, Ruby.” That.. sounded wrong. But fine. If that was what she preferred. “My apologies.” // @normalknees-and-0gs​

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crscntlight:

Kari let out a laugh nodding, “That’s probably true! But I don’t think a lot of us dealt with snow to this extent.” It snowed back home-the changing seasons were always beautiful-but the city she lived in didn’t get struck with blizzard warnings very often. Maybe closer to the countryside or mountains, the threat of blizzards was bigger, but the city had high enough buildings to lessen the threat of wind and such. “I won’t pass out,” She sent him a mock-glare, mildly offended. Her immune system wasn’t that bad-atleast she liked to believe so. 

Her hands continued to cup the snow in her palms, the mention of the blackout forcing her to pause. Oh right. The Blackout. She didn’t think of it often if she could help it, she was still moving on from that. “I’m sorry,” She mumbled, shaking off the haunted look that overtook her expression, “That you saw that I mean. That must’ve been horrifying. I’m trying to make a star-see!” She held her hands out to him, the lower two points of the shape already formed. // @coldcstson​

Her claim made the Schnee pause, a brow raised in question and uncertainty. That’s what she said, of course, but how could he be sure? Apparently she wasn’t even suppose to be out here. How was he suppose to know what happened when she ignored the risks? Why were people so set on putting themselves in danger anyway?

“It’s hardly your fault,” Whitley answered. “Not unless you were the one to shoot him.” Which he doubted. She hardly seemed the type. She wasn’t like the brutes of the White Fang and other awful people. At least.. not by the looks of her. Eyeing the star, he frowned slightly. He.. remembered building things in the snow as a child. But it was just that, he’d been a child. “Why?” // @crscntlight​

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jfc-jinx:

“That’s fucking stupid,” She mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes. Self control? What the fuck did that mean? “Life is unhealthy, Kelly. Besides why live restraining yourself from the good stuff, we’re all going to die the same anyways. Might as well live freely.” Or in her other words, ‘I’m gonna make sure I deserve that seat in Hell.’ Leaning back in her chair, she finally reached out to her own scoop of ice cream that she had been neglecting and began to dig from it. Butter pecan, her favorite!

“You’re not worth talking about, you don’t need to worry about that.” Besides what the hell was she going to say anyways? Yeah, this stuck up kid took the ice cream I gave him. That wasn’t even worth the thought of speaking about. “I remember your name,” Ae-ra defended herself, mumbling around a spoon in her mouth. // @coldcstson​

“Jinx, please.” Saying it quieter was not the same as not saying it! What was the point of such filthy words? There were better ways to get a point across. “Life’s.. not unhealthy. And we don’t all die the same. Some of us leave a mark on this world while others disappear into nothing. There is nothing wrong with control and restraint.” Yes, sweets were amazing, and maybe he indulged every once in awhile... but sweets was a motivation to do well! A reward! What was wrong with that? “I don’t believe in hell,” he told her simply, popping another chunk of icecream into his mouth. Gods and afterlifes? Honestly, it was a wonder people still believed in such silly little things.

“Well that’s a little insulting.” Much more than ‘a little’. That was just downright RUDE. Besides, he was a Schnee. Of course he was worth talking about. “I- then why do you never call me by it?” // @jfc-jinx​