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EIISKONIGIN / WINTER SCHNEE. as adored by missa. 21+, she / her. pst-7. revived 03/2023. not spoiler-free. using beta editor.
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A STUDY IN : the long term effects of generational trauma. exceeding expectations no matter the cost. always biting your tongue. the loneliness of perceived perfection. learning to shatter your bonds and reforge yourself from the broken pieces.
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HIATUS NOTICE — Friday, June 23rd - July 8th !!
It's that time of year! My inlaws are taking Mal and I on a vacation, so on the 23rd I leave for the US. I'll still be online in the evenings some nights before we head off to the family and after we return, but my activity will absolutely take a hit for a couple weeks. I'm planning to shove as much stuff in the queue as I can this week before I leave, but anyone who's known me for a while knows how well that usually works out for me...
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"They might have a stroke, but the Grimm would be thrilled if you couldn't move because your skirt is too restricting." Qrow pointed out as he retrieved the rejected items and put them back on the rack for the attendant. Then he returned to his seat outside the dressing room and in front of the mirrors.
This was a classier place than Qrow had ever been when the girls were getting their new clothes. There were seats for partners who were uninterested in shopping to sit and refreshments. Qrow was on his third packet of honey Graham Cracker bears, and his fourth glass of too-sweat lemonade.
"We'll find something that works, I'm sure of it."
"It wasn't too restricting," she muttered uselessly, not so much an actual argument as it was simply her refusal to let him have the last word -- no matter how foolish her final argument would sound.
Back down to nothing but her underwear, Winter takes a moment to frown at her reflection in the mirror before turning her back on it to begin dressing again. Looking through the options she had brought in with her, she rejects a couple of them outright and hooks them over the door before selecting her next option.
The next top is a lighter fabric than she might ordinarily choose, the cut loose with straps over the shoulders and short sleeves that left her shoulders open. It pulled on easily enough, though left her burn scars from her fight with Cinder fully exposed on her neck and left shoulder. Staring in the mirror for longer than she might care to admit, she once again turns her back on her own appearance, trying to put the wounds out of her mind.
The skirt she selected is pulled on, a circle skirt with enough layers that she doesn't feel as though a single breeze will expose her, but still light enough that she won't be too warm. It sits high on her waist, which helps cover what the shirt did not, and after only a moment of bracing herself, she opens the door to the room once again.
"You sound much more certain than I feel."
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qrow's pacing. he doesn't pace. but he is. pacing like a, well... panicked bird trapped in a cage of four walls.
midnights weren't something he shared with many right now, a weak spot when the worst of remaining withdrawal hit. every other night he could keep quiet, solemn and solely focused on keeping his head and guts from exploding while Winter worked.
...neither would qrow admit that having her presence of swallow-it-down soldier stoicism nearby helped. or that because he's been enough of an asshole to her overall, that snippy sarcasm and irritability wouldn't really tick her off when she could tally it up to just another tuesday. and that helped a scarecrow feel safe enough to let some straws fall loose and short.
tonight, though; tonight he's feeling better, and that makes it worse. undirected energy and full awareness of his surroundings, the colors or lack on the wall, the aurora outside, the dry tartar taste in his mouth, the layers of Winter's uniform, and the scratch of her pen, and the glow of computer lights, and the crack beneath the door, and the scent of magnolia throughout her quarters, and footsteps in the hall, and too much of his brain scrambles to determine if anything is a threat, even though he is who he is, and he is surrounded by top military, and, and...
he has to sit with all of this and all his own annoying thoughts and feelings he hasn't processed in decades.
so, as he turns with unfocused vermillion eyes, yes, he is absolutely aware of said electronic thrumming; though, frankly, such a white noise fell lower on his list of things to attend to.
"yeah," he states simply in sandpaper tones, "...but i've been trainin' myself t'block that shit out since i moved in t' beacon."
he tries, he tries, he tries to be better, not so snappy, not so angry. to remember the good times instead of lamenting the lost...
he takes a slow, deep breath in and lets it out in a little laugh, "tech... vents... pipes... all those hidden noises use'ta terrify me'n Raven, once upon a time."
He's practically vibrating at the corner of her vision, pacing aimlessly around the space. From some, the action would have been annoying to her -- that constant movement that seemed to take him everywhere and nowhere all at once. It's better with Qrow, however, that she can see where he is. Some nights, he moves so silently that even without him leaving the space, he manages to sneak up on her.
Still, the buzzing energy coming off of him is starting to effect her. She can feel it in her fingertips, growing numb from the repetitive tasks that she is trying to continue overseeing despite the distractions, in the bones of her wrist, at the base of her neck. Try as she might to ignore all of it, and beneath all of the physical stimulation, that sound--
Her gaze lifts from paperwork to turn on Qrow as he speaks again, blinking away the haze that follows as her eyes attempt to adjust from reading to simply seeing.
"Oh...?" She asks, before she has a chance to think better of it. Less a question, and more buying a moment of time to process what he's said. She supposed it made sense, knowing what he had come from: a life away from the kingdoms, the life of bandits and those still so wild at heart. Sounds she had always known would have been so foreign to him and his sister. She cannot imagine not knowing them.
The sound is soon drowned out by her own thoughts and their conversation, leaving little more than a ringing in the back of her mind. "I suppose... No, that makes sense, I just... I never would have thought about it. I've never known anything else." He knows. Why she feels the need to say it is beyond her.
"...You seem..." No. Rephrasing her thoughts, she shakes her head, "I need to stretch my legs... Come with me?"
HIATUS NOTICE — Friday, June 23rd - July 8th !!
It's that time of year! My inlaws are taking Mal and I on a vacation, so on the 23rd I leave for the US. I'll still be online in the evenings some nights before we head off to the family and after we return, but my activity will absolutely take a hit for a couple weeks. I'm planning to shove as much stuff in the queue as I can this week before I leave, but anyone who's known me for a while knows how well that usually works out for me...
Qrow chuckles, reaching out to cup her cheek, brushing her hair back gently so he can see her pretty face again. She should know better by now than to tell him to hush. He's never once shut up in his life when someone's told him to.
These moments with her, when they can just be, are few and far between. He wishes they could have more of them, but life has other ideas. And truly, he wishes they could last just a little bit longer than they do.
"You're adorable," he teases, letting his forehead rest against hers so she can't turn away again. "I wish we could stay like this forever."
She can feel her flush rising once again, with no way to hide it as Qrow gingerly brushes her hair back and away from her face. Shutting her eyes as he leans his forehead down against her own, Winter just takes a moment to take in the sensations overwhelming her: the weight of him over her, his scent, his warmth...
Her eyes flutter open again as he speaks, leaning up slightly to nudge her nose against his own. Not quite daring enough to try and kiss him again.
"Mm..." She hums in agreement, voice soft, "Not forever. But... perhaps a while longer..."
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@eiiskonigin asked: ❛ fucking hit me already. ❜ / for jacques. teenage rebellion much?
Oh, but he was tempted. Winter was trying his considerable patience, and it would be so easy to let his temper get the best of him. But he was certain that that would only give her the satisfaction of calling him a "monster," someone who would strike their own child.
Instead he straightens his tie, looking down at the girl in front of him, the girl who was more like him than she would ever admit. She wasn't worth the effort it would take to clean up the mess that such a thing would cause.
"I'll not stoop to such a level," he growls out, getting to his feet. "Go to your room. You are to stay there until you are told otherwise." He'd already engaged the bars on the windows, and the door lock would engage once she was inside. And he would be keeping Klein extra busy to make sure he didn't attempt to interfere.
Winter's hands tighten into fists at her side, the familiar pinpricks of her nails digging into the skin of her palms keeping her grounded. Oh, but she would love to throw the first punch. She knows she could do some damage, too. Could probably break his nose before anyone could get in here to stop her, and ruin that white suit of his. The only thing that stops her is the knowledge that he could just as easily spin that back around on her.
His rebellious, violent daughter. She needed to be sent away, to be corrected. She wouldn't give him half a chance.
Go to your room. Her eyes widen in surprise at the tone her father's voice takes, that vicious growl that seemed reserved for only his family. "You cannot be serious..." Her voice lacks the resolve it had only a moment prior, faded away to a surprised softness before her growl returns, "And if I don't? What, will you have your hired men drag me down there?"
the dune winds whip different here than the tundra gales of Solitas. the threat different - death by a thousand cuts of sand if you can't build strong enough armor against it.
Winter needs to let go of any grips on perfect and pristine she has left if she wants to survive out here, to continue commanding respect. such were the ways of Vacuo.
qrow allows the grace of that little love tap, but offers no more space of words, doesn't give her time to size up, to feel out the angle and tip of blades and parry over circles. battle still burns and buzzes within him, and he feeds on it in place of the increasing temptation to fuel such with alcohol again. he spins forward and hacks Harbinger in a feral diagonal downswing, crossing his body with no room for an opening, and no side to dodge to.
he attempts to anticipate, calculate counter moves for magic; this is not his first fight with a maiden, though potentially the first coming at him with those powers in full-force.
sounds like a great time right now.
She is battling more than just Qrow, out there: fighting against unfamiliar terrain and weather, against the wind that does not quite seem to wish to work with her, against the bile burning in her throat at fighting another person right now. Certainly, she'd done her part in fighting the Grimm since their arrival in Vacuo, but this was different.
Edelweiss lifts quickly, narrowly catching Harbinger from making contact, and her breath hitches painfully. Knees brace, surprised by just how much force he had struck with -- this was not their usual trading blows, not the teasing and mutually understood battles. Qrow is angry; though whether at their situation or herself, she cannot say and wouldn't hazard a guess.
( and she's holding back, still. )
That thought rings in her mind suddenly, the unfamiliar chill crawling up her spine once again. It is all at once freezing and burning within her, begging to be let through, and she holds back. Stop, stop, stop. She pushes him back in an attempt to slip beneath his arm and away, but retreating is hardly her fashion and the ground refuses to allow her to go far.
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"W-Wait, that's not what I..." Gods, he really didn't think through anything he said, did he? Just blurted out the first stupid thing that came to mind. Typically, Marrow tried to pay more mind around Winter, never sure how she would interpret him and not wanting to give her the wrong idea. Apparently, he wasn't very good at it. That disappointed look in those crystal blue eyes of hers made his heart sink.
The canine rubbed the back of his neck, letting out an awkward chuckle in an attempt the lighten the mood. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant it, like... I'm stupid." Okay, not much better. "Like, right now! I just say the dumbest thing that comes to my head. I didn't mean you can't talk to me, because you can! I'll just be... stupid as hell the whole time."
A brow lifts as Marrow launches into what sounds like an apology -- the only immediate sign that she has misunderstood his words. Holding a hand up to try and slow the onslaught of words, Winter gives a slight shake of her head. What she wants to say is that he doesn't need to apologize, that she already knows that their relationship is a strictly professional one.
All of that dies on her tongue, however, and what leaves her instead is: "Marrow, you're not stupid." Why was that the point she found so offensive? But it wasn't right, it didn't sound right. She doesn't like him putting himself down like that. "I hardly think anyone stupid would be able to have risen to your position."
Still... he seems to be making it clear that she can talk to him. If anything, it seems he very much wants her to. "I'm sure you could find a better excuse than that."
"Ah... right," Robyn's face remains polite, albeit pained, just a little, just at the corners of her eyes. Well, Winter did get half the point, in a wandering way. Her opinion of her peers made crystal clear explains a lot about the nicknames Robyn's heard of the woman, though.
"But I'd argue some people, and behaviors, are rather predictable."
People will always act out of stress, if they're not being provided with basic needs, for example. Hence her fight for Mantle.
"But that's why the hypotheticals are useless. Their situation is not mine, and I am not in their situation, so my actions might not match what they need to do," she pauses, deciding how pretentious she wants to be, in potentially re-phrasing. Well, why stop her mouth now? "...Plus they're usually talking about getting themselves into a pickle I'd be smart enough to avoid, so we're not working with the same skill set to start off with either, if you get me."
Also didn't help that even if Robyn tried to answer, people were also predictable in not listening to her advice or personal truths, and doing their own thing in the end anyway.
...Oh? Winter had thought they were saying the same thing, but the look she sees on Robyn's face makes her second guess that. It seemed that once again, she's made a fool of herself by misunderstanding. Holding her tongue as the other woman continues, then, she turns her gaze away from Robyn's unyielding gaze to watch the floor.
Really, at their core, the arguments felt the same to her: hypotheticals were useless, because you could only understand how you would react in a moment, and not anyone else. The difference was that Robyn was trying to remain political, professional, and Winter had slipped up and shown something too open ( or, that was how she interpreted the situation. )
"It seems we're in agreement, despite our... differing phrasing."
Choosing her words far more carefully than she had a moment ago, Winter's professionalism reveals itself again. That side of herself that tries to say only what she must. She sounds like her father for a moment, and has to shake that sensation away in order to try and be a bit more vulnerable. "...Although, I suppose I have to disagree on that last point. If anything, my actions recently have proven I am perfectly capable of getting myself into a mess I would've thought I'd been smart enough to avoid."
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the eyes in the mirror aren’t mine
tired & sad full of a thousand regrets…
i’m too young for eyes like that
HIATUS NOTICE — Friday, June 23rd - July 8th !!
It's that time of year! My inlaws are taking Mal and I on a vacation, so on the 23rd I leave for the US. I'll still be online in the evenings some nights before we head off to the family and after we return, but my activity will absolutely take a hit for a couple weeks. I'm planning to shove as much stuff in the queue as I can this week before I leave, but anyone who's known me for a while knows how well that usually works out for me...
