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I’m sorry. I know a part of you will be very hurt by me leaving in the middle of the night like this. But it’s the only thing that I could do. Father has made it abundantly clear that he does not give a whit about me or what I want. 

And I’m sorry that I spent all that time in my room away from you. But I couldn’t let you see what effect Vale falling had on me. I couldn’t let you hear me scream from the nightmares of seeing the white fang; Couldn’t let you know of the flashbacks. I wanted you to keep thinking of me as the strong big sister who did her best to keep you safe from Father. 

The truth is, I couldn’t leave before. But now I can. You are the Schnee heir and that means you’re safe from Father. There are no more children that he can declare his new heir, and I doubt he’ll get Mother into bed again anytime soon. 

You are as safe as I can make you, but I will give you some advice. 

I left behind some gemstones in a bag that I pried free from jewellery. Have someone pawn those and keep the money in a rucksack. Find a hunters knife and suitable outdoor clothing and pack those. This bag should help you survive in the wild. Get a box of platinum hair dye. Get a dark eyebrow pencil to cover up the white eyebrows.

I’m going to do my best to stop what happened to Vale from happening to any other kingdom, but you need to be ready to save yourself. 

I love you, despite how we grew apart. 

Love, 

Weiss. 

fingers twitch, wishing she could reach for him again and pull him close, but she can’t wipe away what he’s been through simply because she wants to. it’ll take more than that, take time, and they don’t have that luxury right now.   ❛ i know its hard to understand, but you cannot begrudge your sisters forever. the world is falling apart, whitley. weiss saw — she saw too much at beacon, sweetling. she isn’t thinking before she acts. ❜

      jacques isn’t helping the situation, sour words lingering on her tongue, but her love for her boy overrules her anger at his father. he is not to blame for any of this.

   ❛ i’ll handle your father, yes? i need to speak to him later anyway. ❜   its not his responsibility, not when jacques is so needlessly cruel, and she won’t force that upon him. jacques was her mistake, it is only right that she handles his temper.   ❛ we’ll be okay, my snowdrop. everything will be alright. i’ll make certain of it. ❜

      a promise she intends to keep, now that jacques’ perfect reputation is starting to fall. all she needs is enough to crack the rest of his armor and then he’ll be done for.

                              the world is falling apart, whitley. 

it felt strange hearing the words come from his mother’s mouth. most of atlas seemed content to live their carefree lives while other places were attacked. whitley could remember the day it happened --- all the chaos on the television that whitley sat in front of for hours. weiss saw too much at beacon... that must have been an understatement. 

             ‘  there ... isn’t much to say, mother.  ‘  whitley responded too fast, tone obviously flustered at his mother’s underlying implications. for whitley to have any sort of friend was unbelievable in itself --- for whitley to have anything more was downright ridiculous.  ‘  i wouldn’t really call him a friend. he’s a farmhand and nothing more.  ‘

            as my rules state this blog will have very triggering content ( and let me know if any of you guys need something tagged ! ). most of the content will revolve around the fact my whitley has borderline personality disorder. his stems from the abuse he continuously endures from his father, and what that means is whitley has crippling fears of abandonment. he hates the idea of any of his family leaving him, especially his father, which is why he’s so keen on doing whatever his father wants him to.