#wintereign

[meloraan]

plotted starter for @th-nocturne

Even with the lights turned down, Aurelia can still feel the pounding in her head, blood rushing in and out; pressing against her temples. Her biceps and quadriceps are crying in ache against her skin, the unrelenting pacing and haphazard packing she indulged in just a few minutes ago dishing out their consequences. Even with her face resting against her knees and eyes closed, back pressed against the cool, wooden footboard, the sensations are overwhelming. Coupled with her still racing thoughts? Giving way to engulf her in a cloud of negativity.

The few bits of clothes she brought along with her to Argus are strewn across the queen sized bed and half stuffed into a leather backpack and her short sword is somewhere on the floor amongst the mess. Weiss had already come and gone, spoken to Aurelia in an attempt to bring her down from her rush of panic and while it was helpful in the moment, now that she is alone again, she can feel her heartrate threatening to rise once again. They had simply been visiting a coffee shop, a quick excursion to pick up some local coffee beans as a gift to Jaune's sister for hosting the slew of people now staying in her home when she saw him. Or at least, she was sure it was him. Now? She wasn't all too confident anymore.

Holding the coffee beans in her hands, she was positive she saw him sitting at the table in the back corner; was certain that it was his lavender eyes staring her down. She could never forget those eyes leering at her. It was as if Aurelia was no longer in control of her body when the sack of coffee beans fell from her grip to the floor and spread across the ground. Silently pushing past the kids who tagged along and Qrow, she sprinted through the door and back to the Arc home. It wasn't until the door slammed closed that the tears began to fall and whimpering sobs escaped her mouth as she began collecting her items.

It's only the soft squeak of the door opening once again and the deceptive click of shoes on the hardwood that bring Aurelia back to reality.

"Weiss, please, just leave me alone. Tell everyone, tell Qrow, I'm sorry but I have to leave."

[nectaric]

@wintereign

mercury did not know what possessed him to say it. he avoided saying much to team rwby at all if he could avoid it, lingering in the shadows only where he was welcome, flanking emerald everywhere she went. it was busy, trying to keep a kingdom together while the rest of the world fell apart, mercury supposed. not that he had much to do with it.

point was, he avoided speaking to them because he was already a neon sign in a dimly lit room, his previous affiliations so obvious it was a miracle no one had gutted him already. still, he saw weiss standing there, freshly returned from some strange land he could not comprehend, and felt oddly compelled to say... something.

he approached her slowly, where she could see, so as not to startle her. it was a trick emerald pulled with him, 'cause she had learned early on that sneaking up on him was a bad fucking idea. he didn't know why he offered weiss the same courtesy, but he did. probably to avoid that aforementioned gutting.

"i heard you locked your own dad up," mercury mused, leaning against the wall with a raised brow. "that's pretty badass. he must have sucked, huh?"

[th-meridian]

✧ @wintereign ❤︎'ed for a starter // accepting ✧

The door to her office opened, and Scarlet was in no mood to entertain her brother, grandfather, or cronies. She'd taken this spare time to pluck at her bass guitar and tune it. They could plot all they wanted as long as they left her out of it for today. She growled low, keeping her head down and focused on the neck of her instrument.

"I already told you, Tortimer! You can make decisions on your own. Stop running everything--" And then she noticed the white-haired girl who accompanied Menenius. All on her own this time. Weird. "Oh. Sorry. Thought you were my brother."

She set her bass on her desk and brushed the blonde-dyed bangs out from her eyes. She had to look professional and ready to greet a potential client. "I didn't catch your name earlier? Are you related to Menenius?"

[twilighthavens]

❇ You can't tell me that this song wouldn't be on a karoke night playlist in the Rose-Branwen-Menenius-Schnee household. (No, I don't know what the official surname of this mixed and healing family is, nor will I settle for just one surname.)

@meloraan

@wintereign

[caeloservare]

James, tired & confused: Why the hell is Roman calling Weiss a snow pee..?

[th-aubade]

✧ continued from x with @wintereign ✧

Dressed in her Commander Pepper's Thorny Hearts Club tanktop and pink flannel bottoms, Weiss's leader smirked with wicked delight as her fingers flexed onto her pillow. "We've got the whole weekend to study!"

She cocked her weapon of choice back, her grin widening. Ruby was determined to have Weiss play with them if it were the last thing she did. "If we're going to spend all Friday night in our dorm, then we should play! Like...a study break! Yeah!"

[fatedmuses-archive]

🗣+ Weiss & Blake

Blake: Weiss, turn the microwave off!

Weiss, stopping the microwave: what, why?

Blake: it's sparking! Did you put a metal bowl or something in there?

Weiss: ...well how was I supposed to know?

Blake: ... Please ask next time?

[th-nocturne]

✧ continued from x with @wintereign ✧

"It's a good luck charm." Qrow wasn't terribly superstitious, but one thing he did believe in was luck. Some things were charged positively, others negatively. Gold and clovers were supposed to bring good luck, and he hoped it might counter his own bad luck while Weiss was around him.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets, observing Weiss's expression. Was this a good gift? A bad one? Or just a mediocre one? "My luck's shit, and it sometimes rubs off onto you." A quality example would be when Weiss was stung by a rogue bee in the garden. "So I thought this might ward your luck and make things easier."