White and Silver

Not yet a Schnee. I am Griselda Stal OC AU RWBY RP blog OC friendly tracks: griseldastal M!A: none I am a slow writer. Many apologies beforehand commission by atrueenglishman

[lanolynn]

Drabble Prompts

I got tired of trying to find a new set of prompts so I made my own. (A few of which are from this dialogue generator.)  

Could you ever be happy with me?

Oh my God. You’re in love with her.

You’re too good for me.

Are you kidding me? We are not ‘fine.’

I’m not good enough for you.

Meet me at midnight. Alone.

I had to see you again.

Does he know about the baby?

How long have you been standing there?

I’m so happy you’re alive.

Promise me you won’t let anything happen to him.

For some reason, I’m attracted to you.

Do you ever think we should just stop this?

You know, it’s okay to cry.

I can’t start over again.

You came back!

It’s all your fault.

Is there something you want to tell me?

Don’t say that. Not now.

The way you flirt is shameful. 

I don’t want to have a baby. 

Be my wife. 

Wanna dance?

Damn. You clean up good. 

 Don’t you dare do that again!

Send me a number and our ship and I’ll write you a little something.

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[Making Nice, Not Friends] @slateofargent

Griselda wanted to go to Mistral. The platform springs under her feet and she’s flung across the sky.

It’s not the same as entering the academy with the most advanced military force.

Notes of surprise and panic sound around her and Griselda has to swallow her own gasp as the wind buffers her face. The fur on her collar plasters itself to her neck and prickles her chin.

But it’s still the closest to the education and discipline Atlas would’ve afforded her.

She can feel a twinge in her shoulder from being forced to hold her halberd behind her, the wind smacking against the broad face of the axe before shifting the blade to cleanly slice through instead.

Graduating from Mistral would show she held grace and strength worthy of the family’s blood she carried.

Griselda’s used to her stomach dropping as she falls to the ground but leaping with wind dust is wholly different to the force of being slingshotted. She swears her heart stayed behind for the seconds it took to catch her breath.

To be more than an out of wedlock mistake.

Snowy hair billows behind her, her eyes searching around for a place to land. A crash sounds to her left but her mind barely registers the yelp before spotting an outstretched branch ahead. A spark of green dust creates a gust long enough to propel her the last few feet, but the wood bends and it creaks under her weight and she springs to the forest floor just before it snaps. That’s one potential humiliation avoided.

But having only Beacon accept her…

Her halberd shrinks into its compact axe form and is stowed away into its holster on her belt. Griselda can already hear gunshots in the distance and she keeps a steady hand on her weapon, giving a brief cautious if uninterested look around at her surroundings before heading deeper into the forest.

It feels too much like being left to bleed out on the dirt.

[slateofargent]

Slate knew he could not afford to mess this up.

That wasn’t even referring to the being-flung-over-a-forest-at-120mph thing, though he’d let out a less than manly noise when it happened and he was pretty sure that if anything not-armoured hit the treetops flying by, he’d reach the forest floor more bruise than man.

It wasn’t even the forest of Grimm, though messing up on that front would fairly solve itself. Sure, he knew Grimm well-well enough that fighting them without backup was very low on his list of things he wanted to do today-but Ozpin had left him with no confidence he wouldn’t be left to die and no amount of blocks, holds and pins were going to help against a pair of jaws larger than his head.

No, those were all secondary. He couldn’t afford not to pass. To go home, all the way back to Argent, and admit that he pushed too far, beyond his capabilities, ran too readily, and crashed before the end of his first week at Beacon- No, he wouldn’t let that happen. He’d fight his way through.

When the outcropping grew to fill his sights he twitched his path to the side, hitting the rocky cliff face at an angle and skidding, just managing to cling to the surface of the maybe eighty degree incline. He came to a gentle halt down at ground level a minute or two later, using the slower descent to scout the surroundings, and let out a slow breath as he gathered his courage for the real challenge.

And that’s when the stray bullet blew a fist-sized chunk of rock to splinters about four inches from his left ear, and he screamed like a twelve-year-old.

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She was not a curious person. Moreover, she was not a dimwitted person. If a haunting scream sounded in a forest known to house creatures of grimm, she wasn’t about to head toward it to investigate. But she’s heard an ursa’s roar before and that...did not sound remotely close.

What is a primary student doing in the Emerald Forest? Her eyebrows scrunched, before rolling her eyes. Never mind. With this academy’s reputation, I wouldn’t put it past the Headmaster to skip ahead a fifteen year old.

Before she can change her mind, she jogs in the direction of the scream. Has to duck around roughly broken branches from other students crashing through the canopies or, she groans at the thought, It's a sign I’m walking straight into a fight I didn’t care to be in.

Sunlight streaming to the forest floor reveals no one she might be chained to for a partner - by a whim of fate no less that makes her scoff to think of. Her hand still secure on her weapon, her vambrace catches the light and glints in her eyes, making her hiss out and wince. Griselda blinks to clear her vision, even rubs her eyes, but dark spots still remain - shifting and blurring at the edges of her vision like the spreading tendrils of watercolors.

Except, she realizes with a start once she glances up, it’s not her eyes playing tricks on her but snakes of shadow stretching along the ground, elongating as if the sun was still near the horizon, and collecting in the direction she’s heading like running into an ink well.

What..?

Ok, this was not reassuring her she made the right decision to follow the scream. Was it all a trap? Is this a new grimm and she’s going to step out into this clearing and right into the waiting maws of a--

That is a big fucking ursa.

Her hand clutches her weapon in a death grip but Griselda’s frozen as she casts eyes upon the grimm - black, black, black even its eyes even its bones - towering over her.

Until she's blindsided and landing head over feet.

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[Making Nice, Not Friends] @slateofargent

Griselda wanted to go to Mistral. The platform springs under her feet and she’s flung across the sky.

It’s not the same as entering the academy with the most advanced military force.

Notes of surprise and panic sound around her and Griselda has to swallow her own gasp as the wind buffers her face. The fur on her collar plasters itself to her neck and prickles her chin.

But it’s still the closest to the education and discipline Atlas would’ve afforded her.

She can feel a twinge in her shoulder from being forced to hold her halberd behind her, the wind smacking against the broad face of the axe before shifting the blade to cleanly slice through instead.

Graduating from Mistral would show she held grace and strength worthy of the family’s blood she carried.

Griselda’s used to her stomach dropping as she falls to the ground but leaping with wind dust is wholly different to the force of being slingshotted. She swears her heart stayed behind for the seconds it took to catch her breath.

To be more than an out of wedlock mistake.

Snowy hair billows behind her, her eyes searching around for a place to land. A crash sounds to her left but her mind barely registers the yelp before spotting an outstretched branch ahead. A spark of green dust creates a gust long enough to propel her the last few feet, but the wood bends and it creaks under her weight and she springs to the forest floor just before it snaps. That’s one potential humiliation avoided.

But having only Beacon accept her…

Her halberd shrinks into its compact axe form and is stowed away into its holster on her belt. Griselda can already hear gunshots in the distance and she keeps a steady hand on her weapon, giving a brief cautious if uninterested look around at her surroundings before heading deeper into the forest.

It feels too much like being left to bleed out on the dirt.

[poemchit]

No, we didn’t date. Technically she wasn’t an ex-girlfriend. But she was an ex-something, an ex-maybe. An ex-almost.

(via poemchit)

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Family Ties [Urban Magic RWBY]

Everyone and their mother had enough Schnee products littered about to fill a small bathtub, regardless of position or status. There were rumours, of course, questions about the company’s political views, but in the end Schnee company had been a worldwide staple before the supernatural world had revealed itself two decades ago. No matter what views they may have been hiding, the massive influx of new consumers only pushed them to new heights, and it was generally accepted that Schnee was here to stay.

Weiss hadn’t really understood there was a supernatural world for most of her life. Every teacher and staff member was vetted, all communications were monitored. When she did find out that humans really weren’t all there was in the world, she was quietly assured that they were all that mattered.

She’d been curious, she’d maybe been a little doubtful, but with no-one to ask questions she was forced to accept it. Eventually, she started to look down on these people she’d never seen just because that was what she felt was expected of her.

Right up until her sixteenth birthday. Finding out she was supposedly a Shaman, a link between humans and spirits, and then having a particularly moody spirit dumped in her lap soon after. The cat spirit was rude, and mocking, and generally infuriating every moment Weiss was with her. But despite all that, Weiss’s heart soared at finally having a link to something outside her family. Someone she could ask questions, find out what the world was really like. Alas, Blake seemed to have no interest in telling her. It was a struggle to get her to impart knowledge she deemed relevant, but getting something she had no direct interest in out of her was near impossible. Even the sometimes-tutor Blake had directed her to, Yang, seemed to have little patience for the Heiress. For a woman supposedly descended from elemental fire Yang was far too broody and self-contained.

Nearly six months Weiss had been coming into her role as a Shaman now, and even if she was really getting the hang of the craft she’d been shown so far, she still felt she was no closer to the non-human world. Some spiritual link she was turning out to be.

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eeeeee This is still amazing you wrote it!

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"Are you lost?"

Wisteria Manor is not unlike the one Griselda grew up in herself, before she’d discovered she possessed magic, and, that the mother hidden from her was a witch that expertly utilized it. From the paintings on the walls by famous artists, to the rugs on marble flooring hand knotted from wool and silk, and even the workshop the size of a three car garage where cleansing and clearing the room of any remains from the attempted demon summoning was the first thing she did, she was reminded of stereotypical wealth.But once shown to her room by Belle she was given time to properly explore their home - for indeed the threshold’s strength surrounding the manor made it more precious than any house -, afternoon sunlight easily lighting her way and immersing the halls in a warm glow. Hall runners muffled her steps but did little to hide scratches made outside of its width, and an amused smile pulled at her lips with the comparing thought that staff would’ve been fired by now for not having filled them in had these been in the Schnee Manor. But therein lied the biggest difference she thinks, where despite all the opulence present in the Schnee Manor, it never quite felt as inviting or lived in.

Turning into the east wing however, the further she walked down the more noticeably darker it was getting; windows were covered by thin shades, and lights emitted a softer orange glow than what’s been seen around the house. Almost like the person living here has sensitive senses, she notes.

"Are you lost?”

She froze at the sudden voice behind her, back prickling at having been caught unawares, but then steadily let out the breath she was holding and felt her shoulders relax from the stiff posture once the pieces came together that, Ahh, this must be the little wolf’s domain.

Griselda slowly turned around to pose no threat to the wolf lying within the young girl, habitually raising a hand to her hip as she gave a disarming smile. She doesn’t think the other girl is all too pleased finding her here by her expression.

“Sable, right? I met you during introductions, but you didn’t stay for my lesson. Not interested in magic I assume?”

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"Treat me as you see fit. I’ll still protect you. It’s my role after all."

Sable is a bigger person than she is, not letting their fights cloud her role as leader to the team, where there were times Griselda would block an attack almost a little too late for Simon, or her field traps would pop only a scant few seconds after he’s managed to jump out, all because she didn’t like him. In that way, the thought that Sable would potentially care less about her safety, despite her making it clear they weren’t friends anymore after the reveal of Sable’s faunus nature, is, surprisingly, not something she ever questioned. If Sable had really held a grudge against her family all along, she wouldn’t have jumped off a cliff to catch her after an unfortunate swipe from a grimm launched her over, when it would’ve been so easy to let her fall.

No, she and Sable might not be partners, but they’ve fought long enough together, have protected each other’s back more times than Gris cared to admit, for her leader to have earned her trust long ago. Which is what aggravated her now that Sable wouldn’t betray it, and why her only response is shoving past the faunus and jostling her shoulder as she walked ahead, heavy footed steps crushing the flora under her feet, and nails biting into her clenched fists as swirls of feelings she doesn't want to think about churn in her chest like a vortex.

Guilt at the center of it all.

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"Do you want to tell me what really happened?"

Griselda didn’t know when or how it started, but there was a preposterous rumor being whispered about her team leader - whispered, because they knew if she ever caught any of them so much as forming the word on their lips she was going to encase their heads in a field and watch as they slowly turned blue and suffocated (no matter that she didn’t have that power just yet). She would not let Sable’s, and in extension, her reputation be tarnished.

But that doesn’t erase that rumors start from somewhere.

So she’d confronted Sable, hoping her suspicions to be false but in the back of her mind going over everything she knew or had seen about the other girl because she’d kissed her (some people’s canines are naturally a little sharper, aren’t they?), held hands with her (it’s not like she had claws for nails), trusted her (but if Sable’s another faunus on her team would she be in danger), and if it turned out the rumors were true--

Ears. Black, triangle ears atop black curls that twitched about freely.

All warmth left her at the realization that Sable was one of them. Faunus. The word was hissed in her head, in a voice not unlike her father’s whenever he’d curse the White Fang. But it was probably the frigid look she’d only directed at Slate before, that made her leave.

Not like she was going to tell any of this to the feral man.

"Sable hid she was a faunus, she left, and I didn’t stop her. There’s nothing more to say," is what she says instead.

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SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING

"You. Me. Cuddle. Now."

"Don’t move, I just got comfy."

"I’m scared, hold me!"

"I bit my lip. Will you kiss it better?"

"Tickle war has been declared!"

"Bunny pyjamas, really?"

"I’ve never seen so many kittens in one place."

"Come on, just one bite."

"How do you accidentally buy sixty birthday cakes?”

"I never imagined you were so… ticklish."

"You’re so huggable."

"You’re under arrest for being too cute. Put your hands where I can hold them."

"Have you fallen asleep on me?"

"Am I dead?"

"Another one?"

"And what if I don’t?"

"Are you afraid of God?"

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you lost?"

"Are you really that shallow?"

"Are you sure it’s okay?"

"Are you sure there were no…

"How do you really feel about me?"

"Can’t you pretend to love me this once?"

"Would you care if I was gone?"

"Don’t you know the hell I go through to keep you safe?"

"I can’t take this any longer. Help me."

"Deep down, you’re scared. Aren’t you?"

"You’ll stay alone if you push others away."

"How many lives have you taken with your own hands?"

"Just for today. Please."

"You’re the only one who’s never called me that…"

"We can make it work! Let’s run away together, you and me!"

"I… have loved you this whole time."

"Treat me as you see fit. I’ll still protect you. It’s my role after all."

"Maybe it’s too much for me to expect kindness."

"You give me meaning, even if you take it away."

"Please… hold me. Don’t say anything, just… hold me."

"Woah, when did you get that?"

"Who did this to you?"

"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"

"You’re saying this was an accident?"

"What a shiner!"

"If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy."

"I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!"

"Does it hurt when I touch it?"

"Let me kiss it better."

"If you don’t rest, you won’t heal."

"Another fight?"

"What happened to your face?"

"I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…"

"Let’s get you to bed."

"Let’s get you to the hospital."

"Why are you so calm about this?"

"You’re bleeding!"

"What are friends for, ey?"

"So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?"

"You need to look where you’re going."

"I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious."

"Do you want to tell me what really happened?"

"Don’t move! You’ll faint!"

"I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec."

"You’re the clumsiest person I know."

"I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this."

"How could you be so careless?"

"I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!"

"H-how many of them were there?"

"Do you want to build a snowman?"

"The past is in the past."

"I’m where I’m meant to be."

"I know you!"

"A dream is a wish your heart makes."

"People down here think I’m crazy, but I don’t care."

"For once, it might be grand to have someone understand."

"Just look at the world around you!"

"Someday my prince will come."

"If you had the chance to change your fate, would you?"

"If you cut it down, then you’ll never know."

"But you’ll never know me."

"Don’t you dare close your eyes."

[babiegay]

oh no

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The Last Chance (@ ferineblake)

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Griselda blinked once, twice, before a snort escaped her, then turned to hide her face as it started to escalate into laughter.

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Griselda’s laughter didn’t sound the same, something Sable had considered, but hearing it was a completely different experience. It wasn’t quite humorless, no, she seemed impressed, surprised, and nostalgic all in one, and Sable couldn’t help a smile of her own as she waited for the woman’s response.

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Sable takes her arm and Griselda can't help furrowing her brows, puzzled at the close gesture, as if she were one of Sable's dates. Then her chest brushes against her arm, just as she's seen Sable do with those other men and, well, that solves that. There's no awkwardness, despite their past (and broken) relationship, or even that light embarrassment Sable's past self would show around intimacy because - this is a practiced routine.

She doesn't know what to feel about that; doesn't choose to think about what they're doing as her face schools itself into a cool expression, nodding and letting the other woman lead the way.

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Fingers withdraw from her core, her leg twitching from the sensitivity of her orgasm. White teeth release its painful claim on her hand, held captive as she came so to withhold any sounds. Her chest rises and falls swiftly as she aims to catch her breath; the air cool on her heated naked skin when the other woman rolls off her.

That was... something.

Different. Unexpected, for Sable took control. Her own attempts to were met with hard nips to her skin and a firm grip on her wrists (until she quickly caught on), and she was like putty under her dextrous hand from then on.

The bed shifts, and there's the padding of feet across the floor as Griselda opens her eyes and turns to watch Sable bend to pick her purse off the floor from where it was strewn around with their clothes, to rifle inside.

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You and Us (@ ferineblake, slateofargent)

Griselda’s thumb hovered over a contact, the number still saved in her scroll despite not having spoken to the woman for years.

Would she still be in Vale? Would she be away on a mission?

Her gaze rested on the contact’s photo, tracing over features she’d long since memorized. It’s one of the only ones from Beacon Academy she still keeps on her scroll.

Would she let me talk to her? Would she want to see me?

In two weeks she’ll be returning to Vale. The SDC board had reservations that Weiss’ time spent training as a huntress, instead of gaining experience at her father’s side, would have left her unprepared to take over once she came of age. It’s foolish to assume Weiss wouldn’t be using her remaining time to teach herself, just as Griselda had when she was in a similar position, but she offered to personally share her knowledge with Weiss as a compromise, having a better understanding of a CEO’s responsibilities given the working relationship with their father.

She’d have to be close to Beacon to give Weiss her full attention these last two years, so even though their relationship as sisters has been pretty much neglected, it’d benefit them both to learn how to work well together. Griselda still plans on being the COO once Weiss supersedes their father, after all.

That reasoning aside… that she’ll be in Vale for a while, where she last knew her old teammates were, and where her old partner possibly still is, is why she has been sitting with her scroll out for nearly half an hour, the green call button searing itself into her eyes because she doesn’t know what she’d say if Sable answers. ‘Sorry I’ve been so busy and basically ignored you for six years but do you want to get lunch now that I’ll be in town?’ She wants to drag a hand down her face at how difficult she’s making this be.

"Just one call. If she doesn’t pick up then she most likely changed her number and that will be that," she mutters to herself, and presses call.

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♘ (when weiss was a kid)

♘:Cuddling in a blanket fort

“Griselda, this blanket fort sucks.” The tiny heiress complained, laying on her sisters lap as she was sat on the floor of fort. “Why can’t we make it bigger? It should be way bigger than it is now! I want it bigger!”

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The girl squinted further at the silhouette, much too short to reach the carving her sister could feel on the door. She then stood on her tip toes, just barely tall enough to feel it now. As she pictured the carving, she felt a slight feeling of nostalgia. This symbol was familiar, now to figure out why…

“… Yeah, kinda. Hm, they don’t… What do you think it is?”

She asked quietly, dropping from her tiptoes, and placing her hand back at her side. She glanced around for any sources of light to help them further inspect the symbol. “… Can we like go and get a flashlight or something?”

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"Seems a little juvenile for just one door to be engraved. Winter could've sneaked in here prior and carved it to boast for all we know."

Weiss dropped from her tiptoes and her brows raised in amusement at her little short sister, then answered, "Do you really want to walk all the way back?" Griselda reached in the low light to where a doorknob would usually rest, her hand safely closing around the cool crystalline knob. "I thought you'd want your new pillow fort done as quickly as possible," she teased, no lock preventing her from twisting the knob and pushing open the door.

Still enshrouded in darkness, there was not even natural light breaking through the room from a window, but as she looked in, it strangely wasn't as intimidating as the hallway. There was the lightest scent in the air, faded with age, but it made the room feel warmer some how? Like she might have known who stayed here very well.

She let go of Weiss' hand and felt around for a light switch on the wall. "The light here should still work if the hall lights do. We won't need a flashlight then," she murmured.

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"When is the last time you ate?"

Sable rolled her eyes.

Really, six years without a word and she picked now to start caring? She should’ve guessed it after their first few meetings and clumsy times at her apartment, that Griselda would cling. Griselda cared, the Schnee heiress cared the same she ever had and Sable, after all the neglect, honestly was finding hard to care.

But it took her just getting a bit dizzy while working, during a meeting with Schnee nonetheless,  for Griselda to show up at her door later on, frown in place and body stiff.

"I’m fine, Griselda." She assured, even though now that Griselda mentioned, she couldn’t remember eating in the past few two days, at least not a proper meal. Propriety forced her to step aside, motioning to the apartment beyond, "… Come in, I suppose."

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Sable’s ears twitched but she otherwise doesn’t pursue her after intruding, and Gris lets out a silent breath of relief through her nose, her shoulders relaxing. Now that she was inside though Griselda could see what Sable wore and her head tilted at the shirt that was oddly several sizes too big on her slim build, knowing Sable as only having worn light, lacy camisoles in Beacon.

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Sable hummed, chuckling softly, “Honestly, I can’t say which is closer to the truth.” She said. Stabs and jabs, that’s what most conversation devolved into these days, until they were too tired to talk and words hardly meant any harm, anyway. Beacon was long gone, and by Griselda’s hand, too.

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Sable took her wrists, twisted them away from her body, and for a split second she worried she might’ve hurt her. Even if she was not as physically strong as she was as a huntress, Griselda was still slightly broader than her, and with the heels she had yet to take off, she was even taller. But the idea that there was anything at all Sable had to ‘prepare’ for her visit annoyed her more, even when logically she knew she wasn’t the only one Sable took to her bed.

So she played along, her ire settling as heat in her chest, ready to be stoked at any moment as she hummed and tilted her head down toward Sable’s ear.

"Would you have answered the door in lingerie if I had?” she teased in a breathy tone, then smirked as she shifted a knee between Sable’s legs and pressed it into her core. “Or would you have been naked, like when you lied on my bed as a ”gift” all those years ago.”

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Now it’s time to move on

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HOLY SHIT WHAT. WHAT. I CANTLKJGD

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Send me a ➳ and I will generate a number from 1-300 (yes, 300!) for what my muse will say to yours.

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“You’re suffering, I know… I am too.”

Mr. Schnee’s eyes were red and dull, it was obvious he had been crying, but his tears had tried and his voice had steadied. It had been a long day at work, and on top of that, his daughters were growing up, leaving him, and… Well, today was the anniversary of his wife’s death. It had worn him down a bit too hard this year.

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"I suppose you have a point with that. I wouldn’t trade a single minute of time I had with her away to save myself from an ounce of this… This dreadful feeling. Perhaps, if there is an afterlife, we’ll all be together there someday… Willow will feel so guilty she was here…" 

He tried to laugh, to lighten the mood, but he mostly just felt his heart sink even lower. Standing up, he shuffled across the room to his personal coffee maker, and began to brew a few cups worth. He knew he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep that night, so he may as well stay up and be productive.

"I’m sorry I put such a sour mood in the place tonight. You don’t need to worry about me, though. As the years go by, it gets less difficult to bear."

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Griselda clenched her fist, snarling, “If anyone should feel guilty it’s the White Fang for killing a woman innocent in all this.” Her fist shook but the anger soon drained out of her body, and she let her hand drop at her side. “Mother’s only crime was marrying into this family when her hands were cleaner than the snow of our name,” she said, pain apparent in her eyes if one were to look.

She sighed, closing them for a moment to compose herself, then inhaling deeply the scent of coffee being brewed. It was one that always followed her father and usually signified, at this hour, that he’d be foregoing sleep. Might as well join him, there were too many memories running through her head right now to fall asleep.

"It’s better than the tenseness, I think.." Griselda stepped toward where her father was, brewing coffee at his personal coffee maker, and she gave him a tentative smile, knowing he was trying to lighten the mood. "May I have a cup?"

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♘ (when weiss was a kid)

♘:Cuddling in a blanket fort

“Griselda, this blanket fort sucks.” The tiny heiress complained, laying on her sisters lap as she was sat on the floor of fort. “Why can’t we make it bigger? It should be way bigger than it is now! I want it bigger!”

[snxwpea]

Weiss glanced up at her older sister, noting her weary expression. She never made that face, so something was probably off about this wing. Just what was it, though…?

“I guess.” Weiss mumbled, sighing lightly as she was set back onto her feet. It’s about time. She thought, holding her sister’s hand without protest, amazingly enough. She didn’t really it, however but she knew she’d just have to deal with it.

She walked along with Griselda, squinting around the hallway, looking for anything that could be a door. Wow, it was really dark in this wing. 

“Probably. Daddy does like to keep the mansion nice and clean and stuff. But, why would they turn out the lights? Or why would daddy have them turn the lights off?” She asked, furrowing her brows at that theory. “Hm, okay. It’s really hard to see but I think that’s a door up there.” She said pointing at a rather large and regal looking silhouette of a doorway.

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Griselda looked in the direction Weiss pointed to and could just spot the silhouette of a large door. She stepped closer with Weiss and her hand grazed the wood, feeling what may be an ornate figure carved into its front. Something about it tickled at her memories, like she could almost picture what it was, but nothing aside from this strange feeling came to mind.

"Can you feel that? I don’t think other doors have whatever this marking is."

She looked back at the lights on the wall, noting they were fixed in place instead of hanging from the ceiling, and she frowned. “If these lights were chandeliers we could just swing them around to see.”