#a;nswer

[wintersrapier]

"I apologize it took this long, Miss Schnee. We...just received word from Vale. Miss Goodwitch finished counting the final death toll. Your teammates... None of them made it. I am truly sorry."

Shatter the glass. – Accepting!!

“Wh… what…?”

The crack in her voice is sharp. It hurts, how suddenly her voice just breaks. She chokes back a sob. Weiss has been paying staff to check on the situation in Vale for some time now. She may be nothing more than a caged bird, but… the least she could do is search for her friends. The only friends she’s ever had. The only family she has, besides Winter.

Team RWBY felt invincible. Unstoppable. The ground beneath her feet, even in this hellhole of a home. The one thing that kept her sane, even as her father works to bend her will. The only thing that has made her happy these last few weeks are her memories of her friends.

And now it’s just…

Her hands shake. Tears blur her vision.

“N-No… no… n… no! Please…”

The heiress collapses to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. She doesn’t care how foolish or shameful she looks. None of that matters. Nothing matters.

Ruby, Blake, Yang.

Don’t go…. don’t leave me alone. Come back, please…

Don’t leave…

She should have been there. She should have stayed. Why them? It shouldn’t have been them. The brightest lights she’s ever seen in this world. Even the brightest stars burn out, don’t they?

“I’m… sorry… I’m so… sorry…”

[lifedefined]

❛ i’m not in love with you. ❜ ( con artist!saihara -> yakuza!amami )

Angst starters!! – Accepting!!

“That so?”

He chuckles quietly. His expression is unreadable. What he thinks, what he feels… are carefully contained by several layers. He wonders who Saihara’s really trying to convince. Is he trying to convince Amami or himself? Truthfully, the yakuza boss has little idea of where the L Word has come from. He knows they’ve had some… precarious interactions when he’s been drunk, but…

He’s not one to say such deep feelings so readily, even if circumstances were far different than they were. Perhaps in action, his feelings had been obvious whilst drunk. But that was so time ago now. And time changes things, does it not? He knows that change doesn’t come easily, ironically. He knows Saihara can’t change his way unless he wants to. Amami still wishes he would for himself, rather than for him.

After all…. time and distance change things. They no longer see each other or speak in the chatroom regularly. Amami’s in this or that place. Traveling for work. He has priorities that take up most of his thoughts and times. He has time to go sailing as he always dreamed, too.

“Would be lying if I said I knew why you’re bringing this up right now, Saihara-kun.”

He rubs the back of his neck as he looks at the con-artist. He still cares for Saihara. More than just as an ex-business partners. Far less than someone he likes in the sense that has been brought up. Saihara’s just… someone who knows a lot about his past.  An acquaintance. If things were different, maybe he would feel different. Maybe Saihara’s would feel more than like just a dull ache in a corner of his heart. Amami’s been living his life with or without Saihara for some time now. He’s come to terms with it some time ago. He’s made peace with it.

“Haha, thanks for telling me, I guess. Haven’t been waiting around though. Not in love with you either, if you need to know. No need to drag this out longer than necessary, yeah?”

[lunarreprise]

“Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.”

Things to be sent anonymously (or not)! – Accepting!!

…

Her eyes widen. Surprise, horror, pain, regret, self disgust flash through her eyes. All she wanted to do was… save everyone. She wanted to escape together. She didn’t want them to bloody their hands. She did it herself. She’d kill the mastermind of her own accord. Or so she intended.

Rantaro Amami.

She had hardly gotten to know him. A boy whose thoughts she couldn’t guess. A boy who seemed to carry a weight upon his shoulders. All she wanted was to reach her hand out to him.

But… it was by her hand…

Her eyes glaze over. Her stomach twists into knots. She can picture the library clearly. His body… the blood. The shotput ball. The camera. The books ordered like a ramp. The smile she wore around Saihara all day. The insistence that they could  find the mastermind if they worked together. That she could avenge Amami-kun.

“…I’m sorry…”

Tears coat her cheeks. When she closes her eyes, she can still see herself rolling the shotput ball into the vent. Her hands tremble. She curls shaking fingers into fists, attempting to quell the movement. It’s not that simple. She can’t just stop the guilt that lingers in the corner of her eyes, resides in the recesses of her mind, claws at her throat. She suffocates under the pressure. Yet she’ll carry her sins. Always.

“I’m really sorry.”

[justiceslain]

what ships do you have with kaede?

My ships for Kaede are with... Amami, Saihara, Maki, Miu, and a little with Kirumi. Kiibo and Kaede seem cute too. Objectively, Kaede probably has chemistry with most of the cast. But those are ones I’ve personally written, with the except of Kaede x Kirumi.

[larcine]

I know you don’t rp her anymore but I found it ironic that Cola reappeared on my dash on Rise’s birthday

This ask just gave me several waves of nostalgia, heh.

I didn’t plan this at all, but... I am celebrating Rise’s birthday in my heart. She’s still part of me.

[maskslain]

"Whoa... Y- You look effin' amazing in that.." It's a miracle his jaw hadn't dropped on the spot. He couldn't put his finger on what it was, but something gave her an ethereal flair. "You're pretty.. Really pretty."

“..?”

She stared her teammate down. Ryuji was always straightforward. Honest to a fault. From the start, it drove her crazy. The conviction and belief behind his words. She couldn’t understand how easily he could believe in himself. How he could say things so boldly.

He often startled her, but this? Maki was stunned into silence. Her cheeks were flushed dark red. Her stare, as ever, was intense. Unreadable. It lacked the edge usually found there, however. She wasn’t trying to kill him with her glare, this time.

“Sakamato,” she mumbled, toying with her hair. She broke their eye contact, shifting to the side. To not face him. She was still trying to process his words. “Hey...! Don’t say something so gross so suddenly...”

[wintersrapier]

Your mother and sister died in a fire. I apologize. They will be remembered. Additionally... your brother is missing, and your father has broken out of jail.

Shatter the glass. – Accepting!!

“I’m… I’m going to kill him.”

Stinging, burning hot tears pour down her cheeks. Her fingers curl into fists, trembling. She can’t stop the tears. Weiss wants to collapse in upon herself. The despair, the sorrow. The anger. The boiling hot rage that consumes her. A snowstorm rages just behind blue eyes.

Weiss has little love for mother. Not after she abandoned her when she was hardly old enough to understand what a mother is, what love is. She holds… some measure of resentment toward the woman, but… no one deserved such a cruel, painful death

Winter…

Losing her sister knocks the wind out of her. It ruins her. A hole that can never be fixed resides within her heart. Weiss feels as though she can never stand again. As if everything is lost. She could sleep and never wake up again.

She doesn’t give in to such temptations. Winter… Winter wouldn’t want that for her.

And more urgently…

Whitley.

She has to save Whitley. 

She doesn’t know how her father’s pulled this off, but he won’t get away with this. She won’t let him hurt Whitley more. She wants to collapse, but… only for her younger brother does she find the strength to stand.

“I’m coming for your head, father.”

[wintersrapier]

Is there a ship for Weiss you absolutely won't write?

Ask Cola about her Weiss writing!! – Accepting!!

Besides the obvious unacceptable ships… Adam and Weiss. The thought never crossed my mind, until I saw it on a nonmutual blog’s the other day, but it just made my skin crawl? Of course, I will happily thread with Adams, but I just can’t see myself writing it any capacity. Gestures at Adam’s… everything. Nope!!