The Princess is Here

"If you must ask a question, do it and be done! Otherwise, leave me be, as I've no time for simpletons!" -An Indie RP blog for Weiss Schnee of the webseries, RWBY-

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…Wow.

The first word that came to mind when she beheld her sister, even only from behind. It hadn’t been terribly long since their last meeting: just a couple of weeks, if that, but the change in her was palpable, visible.

Almost frightening, in a way, Weiss mused.

“Winter!” Weiss greeted her warmly, matching her heels together to a stop as she entered the auditorium, hands clasped in front of her. “You look well! I…heard about what happened on the news, and honestly? Good for you. I think…that Mother would have been proud that you did what was true to yourself. I-If you don’t mind my saying so. I never knew her as well as you…” Weiss’ voice softened, “…but from what you told me about her, I…presume as much.” She tittered on with formality, a little bird stretching wings, sweetly singing praises.

“I have so much to ask you, if…if you’ve time for coffee after this? We can celebrate and I can thank you properly for keeping Father from breathing down my neck.”

Even though it was a sparring match that they’d arranged, Weiss had taken no half-measures in preparing. Her makeup was detailed carefully, her nails no less-so, and she’d chosen the drop earrings Winter had given her for her birthday to wear: better by far than anything she received for the same day as a Valentine’s gift. Chocolates she wouldn’t partake in, flowers poorly chosen-no, it was Winter that knew her best, knew what suited her, and she dressed around the gift, the great treasure that it was to her.

“I’m rambling, forgive me. I’ll not waste anymore of your time. Where would you like to begin?”

Silence strung between the sisters like a physical cord, winding tighter and tighter as the seconds turned to a minute. Then, in a flash, Winter’s body was turning around; the back of her hand colliding with a soft cheek with enough force to send Weiss to the ground. 

Trapped in a cage of her own body, feeling a puppeteer parasite in her soul, Winter screamed.

“What are you blabbering on about, you pampered little fool?” Winter sneered. “I brought you here to train, since you insist on mocking my hard work with slovenly performance, and you come here perfumed, coiffed? Asking for coffee?” 

She advanced upon Weiss, statuesque and terrifying. There was no smile on her face, only an expression of contempt. 

“And how dare you speak of my mother? You never knew her. You never met her. Who are you to tell me if she’d be proud of me or not?”

Weiss, run! Please! Oh, God, not her, not my baby, no, stop this STOP IT!

“Take out your sword, Snowpea,” Winter’s body spat. “Let me tell you exactly what I think of you.” 

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It all happened so quickly.

She was on the ground. Reeling.

The urge to cry was, right there, right behind her eyes, but fighting back was in her blood. She clambered to her feet, breathing hard, holding her swelling cheek.

“I did what you asked of me-” Weiss hissed, voice cracking, “-last time we talked.” She had wanted that, right? To speak normally, as sisters. “And believe me, I’m aware. I’m so, very aware-” Weiss almost growled the words, eyes clouding, “-that mother died to have me. What do I know? What do I know? I know what you told me. If that. But maybe I never knew you at all.”

Weiss took a step back, tears blurring her vision.

This...wasn’t right. It couldn’t be.

“...I refuse. You’re clearly not yourself. You know I’d refuse you nothing, so-so just-” The panic that her adrenaline had been keeping at bay began to sink in, fast. “-I, I don’t know what’s wrong with you-don’t know what I did-god, Winter, why-?”

Another step back.

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Who is texting so late at night-?

It was no fluke that her grades on paper were perfect. She did homework the day it was assigned, and bribed-

-urged-Ruby to do the same (”I’ll help if you do it right now with me”).

Between her studies and her training and trying to find a hobby to partake in that she could share with her older sister when next they met, it left her on a very tight schedule, and she made certain that she was in bed at a proper hour to synchronize her REM sleep with 2am, the peak time for skin cell regeneration.

So when she rolled over at 1:54am to a bright phone screen and a rattling buzz against the counter, she was, to say the least, less-than-pleased with the interruption of her well-laid routine. Ruby was snoring, adorably, softly, from above, and while it wasn’t much noise…Weiss didn’t exactly have the best relationship with sleep. Childhood insomnia, frequent nightmares, and a love-hate relationship with caffeine meant that when she slept, she wanted to stay asleep, light a sleeper as she was.

I’m going to give whoever this is a piece of my mind, Weiss vowed, This ungodly hour, what could be so important, who could-?

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Weiss’ face lit up and she rolled onto her back, blinking light from her eyes as she strained to read the message, beaming, anger forgotten in a moment as she tapped out a reply.

Winter wanted to train with her again! They’d meet at the school the following afternoon, and she’d get to show her all that she’d practiced since the last time, would have lots to tell her about her and her partner’s progress together as a team, and, and-

Giddy with delight, Weiss set her phone on the nightstand and nestled herself into bed, staring absently at the bottom of the bunk above her. She had questions for Winter too-questions, congratulations that were in order, for sliding out from beneath Father’s thumb, and thanks she wanted to convey. He hadn’t said a word about it to her, and that couldn’t have been out of the kindness of his heart, Winter must have deterred him somehow.

For the first time in her life, she saw a future for their family, a possibility to begin mending what he’d broken, to shovel away the crumbling debris he’d made of their lives and…rebuild. A loving home, spearheaded by the young women who’d endured and eked out their own ways, undeterred by his tyrannical rule and opposition and control.

Weiss turned into her pillow, squeezing its coolness to her cheek, breathing slowly, trying to get back to sleep.

…I hope she comes to like Ruby, too.

It was so hot. 

“Almost to Beacon,” Taurus grunted from the front seat, hat pulled low over his horns and eyes hidden behind the thick wraparounds. To discard the Grimm mask of the White Fang and play chauffeur to a Schnee must have seemed an impossibility to some, but not to Winter. She had an agreement. 

Apparently. She’d seen the emails in her Scroll after the fact. 

“Excellent. Thank you.”

“We’ll have everything ready by tonight.” His fists creaked beneath the gloves, strangling the wheel of the private vehicle like he no doubt wanted to wring her own neck. “I can’t believe you’re giving me your father.” 

Neither could Winter. She couldn’t summon the energy or sympathy for him, though. Her father’s death was one long coming. “He means nothing to me,” Winter said, honestly, the words dripping off her tongue. “I have…much more important matters.”

“Right.” Taurus pulled up, and pressed a button on the console. The doors hissed open. “Stay out of our way. I won’t guarantee your safety, if the Fang catches you or that runt of yours. They’ll be hungry for any blood, but especially Schnee blood.” 

Winter’s lips moved into a smile she did not feel. “That’s what I’m hoping for.” 

She left, dressed in her blacks and reds, a crimson coat hanging off of her shoulders like a queen’s cloak, the hem flaring lightly in the breeze. She easily withdrew her Scroll and typed in directions for Weiss to meet her in the auditorium, where their sparring would take place–

Away, stay away from her, stay away! Stay the hell away from her! Weiss!

–”Oh, be quiet,” Winter’s voice murmured. “Such melodrama.”

It was so hot…

The walk to the auditorium was quick, her entry guaranteed by the first class visitor’s pass. She arrived before Weiss, taking position in the center of the arena, back to the double doors. She linked her hands behind her back, and waited. The help she’d employed to make up for her father’s previous abuse pulsed in her skull, hidden beneath the fall of her bangs. 

Get it out, get it out, help me please, please, it’s so hot–

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...Wow.

The first word that came to mind when she beheld her sister, even only from behind. It hadn’t been terribly long since their last meeting: just a couple of weeks, if that, but the change in her was palpable, visible.

Almost frightening, in a way, Weiss mused.

“Winter!” Weiss greeted her warmly, matching her heels together to a stop as she entered the auditorium, hands clasped in front of her. “You look well! I...heard about what happened on the news, and honestly? Good for you. I think...that Mother would have been proud that you did what was true to yourself. I-If you don’t mind my saying so. I never knew her as well as you...” Weiss’ voice softened, “...but from what you told me about her, I...presume as much.” She tittered on with formality, a little bird stretching wings, sweetly singing praises.

“I have so much to ask you, if...if you’ve time for coffee after this? We can celebrate and I can thank you properly for keeping Father from breathing down my neck.”

Even though it was a sparring match that they’d arranged, Weiss had taken no half-measures in preparing. Her makeup was detailed carefully, her nails no less-so, and she’d chosen the drop earrings Winter had given her for her birthday to wear: better by far than anything she received for the same day as a Valentine’s gift. Chocolates she wouldn’t partake in, flowers poorly chosen-no, it was Winter that knew her best, knew what suited her, and she dressed around the gift, the great treasure that it was to her.

“I’m rambling, forgive me. I’ll not waste anymore of your time. Where would you like to begin?”

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She still moved, even when Summer’s scream tapered off. Even when she fell still, whimpering until the dark claimed her. Until she fell asleep. 

Vulnerable. 

Then, Winter stopped. Breathed in deep. And it left her in a silent, shuddering sob as she removed…everything, nearly shattering the wall in her haste to get it away from Summer, to get herself away. Winter struggled out of her own clothing and the harness letting them fall in messy lumps as she staggered to the bathroom. 

She didn’t pause to look in the mirror. Her fever was worsening. She fell to her knees and vomited, alcohol and bile the only things in her system. When was the last time she’d eaten? Drank water? She’d been existing in some self confident haze, casting aside her needs and time because she needed neither, supping on the power of her soul, the Maiden, alone. 

“Oh, God,” she retched, coughing. She spat the taste out of her mouth and pulled herself up through sheer force of will. Splashed lukewarm water on her face and rinsed her mouth. 

What had she done? God in heaven, what had she done?

Summer…Summer was–was a victim, a woman who’d been brutalized in ways Winter could never comprehend. And tonight she’d–she’d been hurt, hadn’t she? Her shoulder, Winter could sense it. She’d been attacked. Discovered. 

Winter should have met her with softness and care. Should have done something. Could–was that consent? Could Summer have consented to anything done tonight? 

“Oh, God,” Winter moaned. She stared down at her hands in disgust. What is wrong with me?! She did not feel human. She barely felt conscious as it was…her head so heavy, her insides rotting from neglect. Had she more to give, Winter would have retched again. 

She made a warm, damp towel and swayed into the bedroom. Kicking the toy and harness under the bed, she tenderly wiped Summer while she slept; cleaned her, redressed her, and cried all the while. Summer was so cold, and the–the–fucking, fuck, the bruises Winter had left behind–they were healing before her very eyes. The lip bitten raw, too. Winter cleaned the blood from her skin, but the sheets were a different story…

This can never do.

Winter hissed in pain as it scraped the inside of her skull raw. She kept it quiet, for Summer’s sake, and tried to blink her way through it. She could still smell the smoke, even though plenty enough time had passed for it to disappate. 

You were doing so well. But yet again…you’ll let her slip away again. And before I could enjoy her the way I wanted to…

Hands around her throat. Nails. Winter jerked her body away from Summer before it could act against her will again, heart hammering. A nightmare. It’s a nightmare! I’m still trapped–did I ever leave…? Next Cinder would be here, here, holding her and t-touching her and making her believe–

–I’ll give you this. She was never as loud for me. I should kill you for that alone.

The pain in her skull trippled. Winter clutched at her temples, sinking to her knees. From the bed, Summers form shimmered; the cold returning in force, a barrier. Winter yearned for it; she was so hot that her flesh felt like it could boil off of her bones. 

But there’s still some use in you yet. Come, Winter…the night’s still so very, very young. And I haven’t had my turn with you.

Her hand lashed out. Gripped the curtain and pulled it hard enough to tear, letting in a waterfall of moonlight, bleaching her bedroom in silver and white. With limbs gone heavy, and her soul in shambles, Winter felt her body slide against the sheets. Collapse against the mattress as hands she never wanted, dearly wanted, hated and craved now, pawed her back. 

Her eye closed as a dying whimper left her. When she reached out for Summer, her lover was gone, leaving shimmering snowflakes behind as the cold reacted, spiriting Summer away.

(The cold takes her to a little cottage in the woods, where she is set upon a bare mattress, in a room long since locked by a husband who mourns her till the day. She is safe behind these locked doors. For now.) 

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The lake is aflame. 

Winter is no longer a child. She holds Summer’s hands as together they race across the churning surface of the water. She is in tatters; her body torn and beaten and bloody, arms little more than shredded meat. As if a beast maimed her with claws, scrambling for a way in. 

The blood slicks between them. Summer’s hand slides free, and Winter stumbles from the momentum, carried forward. She stops, panting, and turns. 

“Summer…this is all I can give you…I can’t do much more than this.” 

She raises her ruined arms, sobbing. Pleading. 

“Please,” Winter rasps. “Summer…don’t, don’t let her get me.” 

Burning, skeletal hands burst from the waters, and they drag her down, down, down, into the dark.

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Who is texting so late at night-?

It was no fluke that her grades on paper were perfect. She did homework the day it was assigned, and bribed-

-urged-Ruby to do the same (”I’ll help if you do it right now with me”).

Between her studies and her training and trying to find a hobby to partake in that she could share with her older sister when next they met, it left her on a very tight schedule, and she made certain that she was in bed at a proper hour to synchronize her REM sleep with 2am, the peak time for skin cell regeneration.

So when she rolled over at 1:54am to a bright phone screen and a rattling buzz against the counter, she was, to say the least, less-than-pleased with the interruption of her well-laid routine. Ruby was snoring, adorably, softly, from above, and while it wasn’t much noise...Weiss didn’t exactly have the best relationship with sleep. Childhood insomnia, frequent nightmares, and a love-hate relationship with caffeine meant that when she slept, she wanted to stay asleep, light a sleeper as she was.

I’m going to give whoever this is a piece of my mind, Weiss vowed, This ungodly hour, what could be so important, who could-?

1 text from [Sister]

Weiss’ face lit up and she rolled onto her back, blinking light from her eyes as she strained to read the message, beaming, anger forgotten in a moment as she tapped out a reply.

Winter wanted to train with her again! They’d meet at the school the following afternoon, and she’d get to show her all that she’d practiced since the last time, would have lots to tell her about her and her partner’s progress together as a team, and, and-

Giddy with delight, Weiss set her phone on the nightstand and nestled herself into bed, staring absently at the bottom of the bunk above her. She had questions for Winter too-questions, congratulations that were in order, for sliding out from beneath Father’s thumb, and thanks she wanted to convey. He hadn’t said a word about it to her, and that couldn’t have been out of the kindness of his heart, Winter must have deterred him somehow.

For the first time in her life, she saw a future for their family, a possibility to begin mending what he’d broken, to shovel away the crumbling debris he’d made of their lives and...rebuild. A loving home, spearheaded by the young women who’d endured and eked out their own ways, undeterred by his tyrannical rule and opposition and control.

Weiss turned into her pillow, squeezing its coolness to her cheek, breathing slowly, trying to get back to sleep.

...I hope she comes to like Ruby, too.

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Now with all this, imagine what your MOTHER was into

My mother is dead.

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“Yeah. She’s really into her coffin, thanks.”

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“Winter! You...appear troubled. Is something bothering you? Or someone?”

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Hey if youre not using this blog anymore, can I have the url?

I’m only inactive for the hiatus, so no.

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Weiss huffed out a sigh as Blake's hands found her breasts, giving them entirely too much attention for her neglected core.

Her clothes felt tight.

"If-you're going to complain, I should've just sat on it-" Weiss whined, trying to hide her blush. She didn't want to look like she had no idea what she was doing, but-

-At least she was doing the grinding right. She exhaled as her hips tilted and slid her off and against Blake's body, over and over. She wanted something and even if she didn't know what it was, she was going to get it.

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Weiss didn't know how to have sex and she didn't give a flying fuck. All that mattered right now was feeling good, feeling better, and at the very least...

She'd taken dancing lessons. Many. Tango, rumba, waltz, blues, swing. She knew how to move her hips and that's exactly what was doing the trick for her.

"You're big." Weiss huffed with reluctant admiration as she dragged the length of her wet panties against the outline of Blake's cock, feeling how it nestled against her labia and along silken, slick folds through the fabric. She bounced in place a little in frustration, feeling like there was more to this but-

Blake's claws raking into the unbroken white of her flesh were incredibly distracting, and her hungry expression even more so.

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"Mmmnh-" Weiss breathed in sharply at Blake's admission, nails clutching into downy dark hair as she sighed breathily, feeling particularly hunted.

No. Weiss Schnee was not some trembling prey animal. Blake had gotten her on the bed, but she wasn't so easily tamed.

They were kissing and she was getting used to it, the way their faces turned and met, again and again, tongues sliding, breath starting and stopping here and there.

"-Mmh." Weiss laid a hand on Blake's stomach and pushed, moved up and straddled her lap, the flesh of her stark white thighs pressing in around her waist as she rocked her hips forward and back.

Blake was driving her crazy too, but it'd take a lot more for her to admit it so candidly.

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Weiss Schnee was not used to asking for what she wanted.

But given this opportunity, she found herself to be especially pleased with their circumstances.

She knew desperation when she heard it, and she was a little desperate herself.

That's all this was, she told herself, before leaning close to Blake's ear:

"I want to feel better-" She breathed, hips easing forward the slightest fraction before she willed them back, "-I want you to show me exactly what I do to you-hahhh-" She clutched at Blake's shoulders as her teeth bore down, her knees bending in on themselves and trembling.

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…Oh.

Oh.

…Well, fuck it.

"I don’t care what you are-" Weiss huffed, tugging her in for another kiss.

Facts were facts and there was no disputing that this felt good.

"-so long as you treat me right-" She breathed out in a whiny, soft sort of sigh, too spent and exasperated to find fault with anything else today.

And besides, it wasn’t like-

It wasn’t like she didn’t appreciate the ego boost.

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It was acceptance rooted in selfishness but like fuck was Blake going to argue about it right now. Relief flooded through her and the cold stone in her gut vanished like it hadn’t ever been there. 

"Look at you, all grown up and—"

Hell—

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She couldn't even bring herself to be self-righteous about the reaction she elicited-it was too carnal, too hot for her to think about anything else.

Weiss breathed out thickly without another word, sliding her hand down the front of Blake's shorts and wriggling her hand around her cock, catching it awkwardly between her first and middle fingers and moving, knuckles pressing into it as she stroked. It was-

It was like a velvet weight in her hand and her mouth went dry as she dragged her gaze back up to Blake's, swallowing hard.

What were they even doing? Weiss' eyes roamed up and down and across taut muscle. Were they-

Are we going to have sex?

She bit her lip as she imagined it unfolding, though-at this rate she might not need to imagine much longer.

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Shit.

Her knees almost damn well gave away at Blake’s order, and for all she’d said about wanting to control and choose, being told what to do like this had stoked something to life in her gut that she wouldn’t have let happen otherwise.

Fuck. Fuck. God damn.

She was going to lose her mind-

Weiss hissed as she felt-something-against her inner thigh and thought that perhaps she already had.

"…W…What-"

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Blake ground her teeth at the jolt of friction, fear turning her heated blood cold. She tried to swallow with a suddenly dry throat, pulling back and away from Weiss just by an arm’s length. 

Weiss could leave, if she wanted. Probably would—Blake could recover from that, in time, she could, but she just hoped against everything that Weiss didn’t say something that would cut her to the quick.

"I-I—it’s—um. Hard to explain, I—"

Her thighs pressed together and Blake looked down, unable to meet Weiss’s eyes and—goddammit, they weren’t supposed to know—

"I’m a girl." She bit it out, resolute. "Despite what my body says, I’m a girl. O-okay?”

Please, please let her understand—

Funny, how she was always stuck thinking that around Weiss.

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...Oh.

Oh.

...Well, fuck it.

"I don't care what you are-" Weiss huffed, tugging her in for another kiss.

Facts were facts and there was no disputing that this felt good.

"-so long as you treat me right-" She breathed out in a whiny, soft sort of sigh, too spent and exasperated to find fault with anything else today.

And besides, it wasn't like-

It wasn't like she didn't appreciate the ego boost.

She reached down with just a fractional amount of hesitation before boldly stroking her fingers along underneath it through her shorts.

...Damn it, she was going to blush.

"I-I don't know what-" Weiss mouthed quietly, her lip quirking with consternation, "-what to do with it-do you-I mean, should I continue, or desist?" She pulled herself together as quickly as humanly possible, but couldn't bring herself to let her fingers go idle just yet.

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Weiss felt small and fragile, but it came with a sort of courage that came with those that had come close to dying, in one manner or another.

She felt like she could do anything. Her back was to the wall and in a way-it was the most support she’d had of anything that was behind her now.

But RWBY was ahead of her. And in front of her at this very moment-

"Prove it-" She ground out through clenched teeth, eyes stinging with tears, "-show me-" Weiss drew closer, hiccuping once, "-show me something-someone-to-hold on, to-"

She closed her eyes and kissed her, long, and hot and with every ounce of fervor coursing through her, tugging at her veins.

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Of course Weiss needed even kissing to be a challenge, a back and forth pull. Or maybe she genuinely did need convincing that Blake wasn’t going to leave her now. Blake could sympathize; some things you just couldn’t leave to faith.

"You always need someone to prove something, don’t you—"

It was a heated laugh against Weiss’s mouth, her hands rising to cup each pale cheek and stealing her breath, ears perked and alert for every sound Weiss made—would make—everything—

"Open your mouth," she breathed hotly, waiting patiently until Weiss obliged; Blake deepened the kiss, her pleased growl lost in the back of Weiss’s throat as she pressed flush against the other girl, momentarily forgetting why she had kept her distance.

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Shit.

Her knees almost damn well gave away at Blake's order, and for all she'd said about wanting to control and choose, being told what to do like this had stoked something to life in her gut that she wouldn't have let happen otherwise.

Fuck. Fuck. God damn.

She was going to lose her mind-

Weiss hissed as she felt-something-against her inner thigh and thought that perhaps she already had.

"...W...What-"

She stopped, but her hips were twitching forward, fighting the urge to buck (like an animal, she couldn't believe herself-), and her breath hitched again-she could definitely feel something.

She couldn't move with how close Blake was, couldn't get away from it if she felt inclined to try-but at the present she merely wanted answers.