#jauneybravo

Instructions unclear, became captain america 

@jauneybravo​ asked:  “it should have been you. you should have been the one that died, not her.” his voice carried further than he cared for it to, as he solemnly stared into the muddy puddle reflection by the campfire.

“..?”

As a Schnee, she’s faced more cruelty than she cares to admit. Weiss has never been oblivious to the stares, to the whispers, to the vitriol. Faunus and human alike detested her for things she had no control over. For the crimes her father commits. Crimes she didn’t understand as a child. Crimes she’s come to hate, the older she gets and the more of the world she sees. She abhors her father just as much as any other person. (More, even.)

She understands that one good deed doesn’t erase the mountains of pain her father’s inflicted upon the world. For every one person’s mind she can change, there’s always tens of others who won’t see her as herself. Weiss doesn’t mind it. She deludes herself to the pain. She bears it, because at the end of the day? She can always return to her friends who know the real Weiss Schnee.

That’s what’s gotten her through much of what they’ve endured.

Weiss isn’t quite paying attention to any one conversation. She’s a bit zoned out. Far too tired to talk. Thankfully, no one seems bothered by her lack of attention. She’s busy wrestling with her thoughts, until words cut through them. But what’s said doesn’t register at first. Disbelief, denial.

“Jau--ne?”

Her voice cracks. His name escapes her mouth a little too loudly, drawing far too much attention toward herself. But... his words pierce through her heart. Sharper than any sword, sharper than the spear Cinder impaled her with. And she doesn’t know how to deal with it. There’s no way to process knowing he thinks she should be dead.

How long had he thought this? Has it always been this way? Or did it come after the battle at Haven? When he had the power to save her, but not Pyrrha. No, it doesn’t matter. He thinks it now. He said it. And though they may not be as close as some of the others, it strikes a far too painful chord.

        “It’s not like this is out of nowhere for me. After all, I’m my father’s daughter.” As if he was supposed to know what that meant. “It’s not something I’m proud of, but...he’s always had a lust for cards. Of course, they sometimes didn’t quite lust for him the same way, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that my gambit paid off.” She deigned to flush with appropriate shame.

        “I wouldn’t take a risk like that if I didn’t think I had good odds. I don’t want to put us both out of coin.” A pointed look was cast in Jaune’s direction. Not that she was upset. Not much. They’d recover from a hit to the wallet. “I’m not really into any of this stuff...but does it matter what it’s worth?” She picked up one of the items, a small stone doll, and examined it halfheartedly before putting it back into the pile. “It’s what it means to someone else. Even better—what you can make them think it means to them.” She shrugged and sat down to browse through her winnings. “You can give a loaf of bread to someone without a second thought, but to them you’re a saint gifting them enough food for the week.” Her head bowed until she was looking into her own lap. A moment of silence passed before she continued. 

u could write a rwby verse drabble o.o

red eyes scan the message- the interface is all glitched, all messed up. it takes a reading, two, three to understand the meaning and it makes their blood run like ice in their veins. pyrrha is in danger. she said she had to do something- and it was putting her in danger.  ( jaune would not let that happen. ) 

the idea that this might be a prank flashes in their mind once- ( but who would have done so ? ) the thought is put away for later, as their feet move without thinking- running to catch up with the red hair moving away from them with each heartbeat. 

                                             ( jaune would not let her go alone. )

close ur legs