Winter Schnee

In Volume 7, whenever I posted in the ‘rwby v7 spoilers’ tag, I would constantly get swarmed with personals and it clogged up my notes something awful.

So now, I’ve taken to putting a period after them when I make original posts-it doesn’t apply on reblogs so those are just the normal ‘rwby 8′ and ‘rwby volume 8 spoilers’.

But my personalized spoiler tags are as follows

rwby 8.

rwby 8 spoilers.

“Oh.” An unexpected gift made him pause for a second, but then a little smile bloomed on his face as he turned to look at Winter.

“Thank you.” Coffee is a gift. To the world actually. The best thing gods ever created. Gladly he takes the mug to take a sip. It tastes wonderful, brings warmth to his body. “Yes, I suppose I did.”

“Am I late for something?” It took at few sips for him to get suspicious about her bringing him coffee just so. It’s not unwelcomed, but where it came from?

“If you’re late for something than I am as well.” Winter pointed out. And she was pretty sure that wasn’t the case, because she watched both of their schedules closely. Not in a creepy or unsettling way, of course, but in the way of a second in command making sure that the General didn’t miss out on something that tied into one of his duties.

Willow knew just which story her eldest was referring to. The story of the seasons, a lovely tale that she knew by heart, and would tell Winter nearly every night until Weiss was born, and it got hard to balance things. It was Willow’s favorite story. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” The book was already in her hands as she sat on the edge of the bed, smiling. Not that she needed it - she knew the words by heart, but she enjoyed the pictures.

“Hmm…” He couldn’t really see anything obvious from this angle, but a shop was a shop. Even if it had nothing, they could just keep looking until they found the right place. It wouldn’t take too long, right?

“Might as well give it a shot,” he said, gesturing with his free hand for her to lead the charge, as it were. “At the very least, they could have a… hat, or something.”

Winter nodded her thanks and did just that, stepping up to take the lead towards the maybe-shop. “Exactly. For all we know, they have exactly what we need.” And it wasn’t as if she even knew where to find a shop here in Vacuo anyway. She’d never been here before, either. All of her traveling for the General had been in Atlas and Mistral, and Vale every so often.

“Oh, good, we’ll both be equally hopeless, that’s really refreshing.” It almost felt normal, even, and Church was pretty sure that everyone in Remnant could use some normalcy right about now. He gently led Winter along by the hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze in the process.

“If you see a shop, lemme know, because I… still don’t really know my way around here.”

Winter laughed softly as she let him lead her along the street. “I mean, it makes me feel better.” She offered sincerely. And it did, she wasn’t just saying that either. There was something genuinely comforting about someone else being just as lost as she was in a given situation. Although, to be fair, if she wasn’t as close with him as she was, she likely would never have said anything to begin with at all.

“Cool.” Okay, that time wasn’t actually a pun.

Church got to his feet, offering a hand to Winter to follow his lead. “Then let’s go see what’s fashionable in Vacuo. Because I sure as hell have no idea.”

“I’m guessing your wardrobe not exactly huge, huh?” And most of it was probably caught in the whole ‘city falling out of the sky’ business. “Well, now we know what to do today, if you’re up for it. Getcha some nice outfits and make everyone jealous!”

Wow, she was practically handing these jokes over to him. “Warm, huh? I know your name’s Winter, but you’ve never really felt cold to me. Quite the opposite, actually.” He chuckled and gave her a squeeze with his hugging arm.

“You have a sweater? I bet you’d look super cute in one, just throwin’ that out there.”

Winter rolled her eyes. “Okay, your puns are starting to get tiresome now.” She said simply, but there was no real bite to her tone. She was more than used to his attitude by now. And it was refreshing, so that helped a great deal as well.

Church laughed a little while Winter made herself comfortable. “Well, that should be easy enough. Kate’s not much better. I’m practically a professional in the art of chilling the fuck out.” That was a dirty lie, and he knew it, but he had to be better at it than Winter. Besides, he couldn’t resist the cold-related pun. Did the Schnee family ever get tired of those?

“But you got the first step down. You seem pretty damn relaxed right now. At least, I’m not feeling any tension.” To make his point to gently ran his hand up and down her arm.

Winter chuckled at his words. Though the phrasing was quite crass, she understood the sentiment behind them, and she found that to be pretty accurate. Even if he did have to use a pun to get that point across. She considered his words. “I am quite relaxed.” She agreed as she continued to nestle against him. This was definitely out of her comfort zone but she wasn’t about to complain when she was so comfortable.

“It’s probably all the built-in weaponry,” Church joked. He knew what she meant, obviously, but that never stopped him from joking before. Reluctantly, he let go of Winter’s hand only to wrap his arm around her waist into a sideways hug instead. “So you just focus on relaxing. I can give you some pointers, if you need ‘em.”

“Lunch?”

     It was so rare for Winter to approach her rather than the other way around. She had always been so busy before, but now they were both constantly pulled away due to work. Not that Weiss necessarily had a problem with it; this was the life she chose, after all, and they had an urgent mission to accomplish.

     Still, Weiss was allowed to miss her sister, was allowed to want to get away from the constant threat of danger even if just for a little while. “I’d love that,” she says, turning just a little too quickly on her heels. Don’t make yourself look desperate, Weiss. You’re an adult now.

Winter hated that her first instinct when Weiss questioned what she had said was to retract her statement, say it was nothing. Thankfully, though, she shoved it down, refusing to listen to it. If they were both free, she was going to ask her sister to spend time with her. She hadn’t been the greatest sister in terms of availability, after all, and she did feel badly about that.

Hence why she was trying to do something about it now.

Winter really was more of a ‘prepare for the worst’ kind of person, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t also hope for the best, right? Church liked to think so, anyway–then again, he wasn’t exactly a huge optimist himself, either.

“I know so,” he said, scooting a little closer to make her life easier. As if he would ever turn down this little cuddle session. “Don’t worry, if something happens, you know I’ve got your back.”

Winter gave a small smile when he said that she knew he had her back, and when he slid closer to make her position easier on her. “I do know that.” It was hard for her not to know that when he was so earnest about his desire to help and be there for her. She deeply appreciated it, even if she wasn’t good at saying how she was feeling.

“Here’s hoping you’ll be pleasantly surprised for once, huh?” He couldn’t blame her for preparing for the worst; it’s kind of what she did. But at least she was taking the opportunity to relax for once. “I think it’ll be okay to let your guard now today, though. Even for just a little bit.”

“Hey.”

Church didn’t say anything else at first, just giving Winter’s hand a small squeeze. The last thing she needed was someone talking her ear off, most likely.

“Enjoying the peace and quiet?”

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