#mirroringmoon

[stormflowerhonor]

@mirroringmoon​ gets a starter.

"Hey, Weiss.” Ren said as he settled down next to her, being sure to announce his presence so he didn’t inadvertently scare her. “How are you doing with, well, all of this?” He winced. That was a weak way to start a conversation, but he was trying his best.

[ultravioletvoleur]

@mirroringmoon​

The week he’d had, one could only describe as crazy. Tension between the Vacuans and those from Beacon, the battle against The Crown, and now a whole other influx of refugees. It was all a bit much for the pickpocket to take, and he found himself keeping to the outskirts of the people, even as he hungrily searched for a familiar pair of cat ears. One such venture out among the crowds brought him something familiar, but also different.

Clad in blues and whites, Weiss stood amidst the people, looking as though she’d been through hell to get there. He didn’t see any of the others near her, but this was a start, and a good one in his books. He slowly walked up behind her, tapping her left shoulder with his tail as he stepped around her right side. A smirk played across his face, his playful nature taking over as if he hadn’t worried to death over her and her friends.

“Ice Queen.”

[littleblackqrow]

@mirroringmoon​ (x)

Qrow cleared his throat of the last few giggles, and reached up to grab the Tupperware lid that she’d been trying to get. “I really am sorry,” he said, grinning. “You just remind me of your sister.”

[firestormmaidenanddragon]

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@mirroringmoon

“Well, you’re here now, so let’s see what we’re gonna do for our mission.”

Really, Merlo could have just looked ahead and surprised Weiss, but instead, she felt waiting for her would have made it fair, and made Merlo less of someone who would either complain from the get-go about what they had or overexcited because of what they were doing being something she’d enjoy.

“Look for our last names, that’s how they tend to organise things for the board.”

So it’d Schnee & Vampir-Copil to look for.

[ultravioletvoleur]

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He’d hoped they were past this part in their interactions, truly. It wasn’t like he’d expected them to be best buds or anything of the sort, but the way she’d clammed up when he was just trying to connect with her, it was disheartening. His arms slipped down his sides, hands sliding into his pockets while an eyebrow cocked at her. The tone in her voice told him all he needed to know.

“It’s perfectly okay to not be okay, you know.”

[stormflowerhonor]

@mirroringmoon​

Ren understood Weiss was stressed. “Yes, you can.” He said calmly. “Okay, here’s what I want you to do, all right? Close your eyes, then take a deep breath in through your nose for four seconds, hold for seven, and then exhale out of your mouth for eight seconds. It’ll help, I promise.”

[fastknuckles]

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Dark pink-hued irises would scan the bustling minglers that occupied the Schnee Manor ballroom, an aura of permanent pretentiousness was in the air whilst harmonious strings from violins prompted ball-goers to sway and twirl at the room's center.

It was a scene that Harriet couldn't help but feel slightly out of place in, her AceOps uniform an eyesore amongst the various colored tuxedos and ball gowns that littered the venue in question; a natural jock type for as long as she could ever remember, the speedster never once had considered herself the dress type... she didn't even attend the Vytal Festival Ball when she was still in the academy.

Nevertheless, her eyes would eventually settle on what they had been searching for amidst the sea of 'charitable' attendees; on the opposite end of the hall, the soldier would catch sight of a familiar figure adorned with an entrancing ball gown; as if hypnotized by the spectacle, the hare would snake her way through the various nobodies until finally emerging at her desired location.

It proved even more beautiful a sight up close, the back of the heiress' hourglass figure elegantly holding a glass of Chardonnay... it was enough to get Harriet's heart rate just a little elevated, taking the leap, she would reach forward and gently tap the woman on the shoulder.

"May I have this dance?" the operative would flash a subtly loving smile, her fingerless-gloved palm extended outward in invitation; even with her training and expertise, it was occasionally difficult for even Harriet to hide the secret relationship that the two had been sharing over the past year; fortunately for this particular instance with the ever judging eyes of Jacques Schnee looming over the event, the hare was able to maintain her cool even as those gorgeous orbs of blue locked onto her orbs of pink.

[storiedhistories]

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The Vytal Festival was a huge celebration.  Sure, there was friendly competition between the schools, but for the people that weren't attending, it was an excuse to watch sanctioned fights, and to throw celebration parties whenever someone from their kingdom won.  The students weren't REALLY supposed to attend, considering a lot of them had to be in decent shape to compete, but Yang wasn't one to let supposed to get in the way of having FUN.

Especially when she'd managed to convince Weiss to go with her.  She hadn't thought that it would WORK, but much to her surprise, Weiss had been the only one on her team to show much interest.  Ruby was spending time with Penny, and Blake...., she wasn't sure what Blake was doing.  Yang thought that the next volume of her favourite series had come out, but she could be misremembering. 

Regardless, she'd found the PERFECT place to watch the fireworks, and she couldn't wait.  She and Weiss hadn't had much chance to spend time together, and she was looking forward to it. Weiss was supposed to meet her a little bit before dusk, so they could get to their destination with plenty of time to spare.  Hopefully she wasn't against a little bit of sneaking around; that was half the fun!  And Yang was admittedly curious if Weiss would go along with this plan of hers or if she'd back out.  The blonde hoped she stuck it out; she didn't want to watch the fireworks by herself.  

Right now, all she could do was wait.