“Please, Jack, leave the complimenting yourself to Jacques. He’s insanely good at it.” 

Whenever Willow stands next to him, she just looks like some kind of trophy wife while he talks about all the good that he did for the faunus and for Mantle. And that his kids he never talks to are either a huntress or specialist or what have you. Willow took a sip of her drink, hoping to drown out these thoughts. 

@rwbytriumphs {Thanks for reading the rules!}

“Where did you come from?”

Willow wouldn’t question it for now, simply shrugging and offering her wine glass forward.

Mrs. Schnee, you’re trying to seduce me!

@snowbornheir

“Oh! Ahah. That’s not apple juice that’s apple crisp, sweetie.”

Willow felt that possibly she forgot to ask for the child’s apple juice. She fumbled with her scroll, calling up Klein.

“Oh… heheh..-”

Summer felt a little awkward, resisting the urge to laugh at her minor, slurred mistake. It would be cruel to point it out, wouldn’t it? She would, at times, point out Qrow’s speech patterns back in the day. But that was because they were close.

“I happen to find cold air quite refreshing at times. Especially if it’s snowing lightly. Sorry, I’m Summer Rose, pleased to meet you. You’re right, I’m not one of the um, regulars. Heh. Thank you? I’m staying here in Atlas with James, Uh- Ironwood. James Ironwood. It’s kind of a long story.”

“Oh, you’re James’ guest? Huh. Thought he was into blondes. Anyway, yes, he’s an interesting man.”

Then again, like Summer said, it was a long story apparently. Perhaps she’d like to share? Nothing better to do for a while.

Personally, Willow grew tired of the cold from time to time. It was cold most of the year and all year-round her husband kept all of his work spaces very chilled as well. 

@drunkschneemom

“Oh, excuse me. I had no idea that this area was occupied. I was just trying to get some fresh air.”

“No worried!”

No worried? Geez, Willow, you’ve only had a few glasses. Is your tolerance dropping with age now?

💋 How many people has my muse slept with?

“Le’s see... There was my first, neither of us didn’t really know what we were doing. Cute boy, though. In my rebellious piss-off-my-dad stage, I slept with some guys in school. One was my first serious boyfriend. Then one of my next boyfriends down the line. And then two guys at the same time. Haha, I was so bad. A friend of mine I um... experimented with? And then Jacques. What does that make? Like, seven?”

👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex?

“Awwwww! You’re one of Weiss’ little friends, aren’t you? I hope my precious little angel has been nice to you, handsome young man.”

It seemed Willow was currently giggly-drunk, which wasn’t the worst of signs for either party involved. She leaned in a bit closer, the smell of grapes and alcohol on her breath from the wine she had been drinking. Her next words were a bit more whispered than the last.

💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

Willow waited for a moment, thinking hard about this one. The Schnee matriarch had a moment of clarity, knowing exactly how she said those three special words without actually saying them.

😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship?

“It’s not that complicated. Do you expect some stupid story about how ‘the one’ got away or that secretly there’s some bigger asshole than Jacques out there?”

Willow was speaking her mind, pretty deep into the bottle as is it seemed.

👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner?

“Who are you? Do you work for a tabloid?! Ooooh no, I’m not falling for this. You’re the people that are constantly trying to make me say I think Jacques Schnee sucks.”   

“Uh… cut that if you were recording.”

“I like to think that I hold myself up to the high standards my people have established. We are oft’ referred to as the cultural center of the world, the very picture of sophistication and grace.” Renatus sighed dramatically, clutching a hand over his heart.

“Reality often falls short of that, I’m afraid, but I do my best to live up to it. I’m very proud of my home, I would do it justice if I could.” There was passion in his words and a fire in his eyes as he spoke of Mistral. It was a topic that never failed to light a flame in his heart.

His cocky smirk turned into a much more genuine and softer smile. “Honesty does you so many favors, Willow. May I call you Willow? Mrs. Schnee makes you sound so old, and you certainly do not look as such in the slightest. I imagine you don’t get many chances to be honest here. Lying to save face can be a dreadful thing. Gnaws away with you from the inside. It must feel so much better to voice your genuine opinion.”

“Oh, I get enough in me, and I just stop giving a damn. It’s why Jacques ushers me into my room during events when I get a little too far into the garden, as he would put it.”

Still, when sobered up, Willow wasn’t necessarily happy with herself. So many people wished her to stand up to Jacques each time he stepped out of line, but little did they know that train left the station a long time ago. In fact, of all the Schnee women, Willow was Jacques’ favorite. She was complacent, apathetic, and kept to herself. The perfect wife... or so some would believe.

To his credit, he took the sudden invasion of privacy in stride. It was clear that the Schnee matriarch was a bit inebriated (he probably wasn’t helping with that). All the rumors said as much, of course, that she was a bit of a drunk, but all things considered she didn’t seem that off her rocker. Just a tad buzzed at the moment. He couldn’t fault her for that. This was a party, after all.

“You know, I almost believed your angry expression for a moment. If you had kept it up a bit longer you might have had me worried.” Renatus smirked at her words. “Perhaps here in Atlas the people are eager to worship the very ground Jacques Schnee walks on, but I am from Mistral, where he rakes us over the coals.”

He took a sip of his glass and hummed. This was a delicious vintage. “I do not hate the man, for he can be a boon at times, but I don’t hold any particular love for him either. Everyone always tries to woo the man like he’s some high class escort.” Renatus snorted. “I’d much rather challenge him at his own game. Or at least I would if I had any business sense. Alas, my mind is much more attuned to politics.”

Renatus met Willow’s gaze. “Besides, I’ve only just met you and you already strike me as far more interesting than Jacques Schnee could ever be. You actually have a personality, for starters, and a lovely laugh.”

I do not hate the man, for he can be a boon at times, but I don’t hold any particular love for him either. After that was said, Willow blurted something she probably should be more careful with.

“Pffft! Same here.”

Her eyes widened, realizing what she just said. She nervously laughed it off, not wanting to exactly advertise a disillusion of them not looking like a happy and powerful family. Who was she kidding? They were dysfunctional. Her eldest ran off to the military just to get away from Jacques, Weiss was missing all over again, and her son was just becoming Jacques Number Two.

“To be honest with you same here, my parents.. they did everything they could to protect me and I can understand that. To show my parents how far I came. Also I can understand how you feel. If I had every single bit of lien in the world. I would definitely kick your “husbands” ass and not feel any shred of regret for it” Jack said chuckling a bit. He placed a gentle hand on Willows shoulder proving that he was an ally, a drinking ally to her. However he cant but feel a glare coming from the guards to which he placed his hands up.  “Sooo…. what do you wanna talk about? No joke that some people are just… really trying too hard to be… well.. I dont know the word for it sadly”  He said with a small chuckle escaping him. 

Willow tried not to spit out her drink at the blatant disrespect of her husband. A part of her found it kind of funny, but the last thing she needed was Jacques yelling at her because she humored this kind of conversation. She just quickly put her index finger to her lips and began making a shushing noise.

“Trust me, a lot of people share your sentiment, Jack, but that’s not a good idea in the middle of a Schnee charity event. Plenty of people in this room would stand up for him just to get brownie points with the man.”

Plus, it’s not like she hated Jacques. She just... oh, who was she kidding? The spark, the love, it was all gone. Honestly, she began to question if it was ever there to begin with. But what could she do? Everything that she had left of her father was under Jacques’ control.