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pet peeves.

ren has a few, especially considering they can be an extremely petty person when continuously annoyed. but the one pet peeve that does come to mind immediately is being interrupted. ren rarely speaks, which is both a conditioning of how they were raised and how their semblance has morphed their personality. they definitely tend to be someone who observes before acting, so when they do decide to act and speak out and are interrupted they will seethe, and further on in their characterisation they will stop and address whoever started talking over them. ren being ignored, for the most part, doesn’t irritate them, but being cut off or talked over, interjected into can make them go from mild irritation to snapping if done repeatedly.

habits.

“It is nothing, for I would do that and much more.” Words with no rhyme nor rhythm come out with a lacking hesitation. This is the reason why she was created, or at least, the reason she has given herself. Pyrrha’s smile, it is a dull thing. The days have made her tired and weary, and with the creeping cold of ATLAS, her body creaks alongside her armor. 

Wheatly is not someone who is weak, under any conventional means. On the contrary, she believes him to be the strongest Schnee sibling because he’s strong where it counts, in mind and heart. He’s lived within political strife all his life, all he’s known is struggle from a neglectful mother and manipulative father. 

Raised by the cold of ATLAS he’s survived this long, and with her tutelage, he will survive for much longer. She did the same for Jaune once. Taught him and encouraged him, and with a bit of guidance from her, became the man he was always destined to be. She would do the same to Wheatley, if he’d allow it.

@wiltmeadow.   unprompted.   always accepting.

the party was a grandiose affair, like many held at the schnee manor ; experiences in opulence and handling snakes all at once. penny paid them no mind as she made her way through the crowd, sliding between bodies effortlessly while holding the tray of treats and two sparkling drinks. not a single drop spilled as the redhead finally made her way to the balcony, bereft of all but a single soul. the only one penny had come to bond with while in the purview of jacques schnee and the manor ; whitley.

❛ everyone is rather lively in there. ❜   while penny enjoyed people watching, there was an undercurrent of something wrong in the people in the manor. like they were all wearing masks even with their faces bare. settling down the tray, penny settled comfortably next to whitley with a smile, picking up a macaroon and nibbling on it lightly. a soft snort from the white haired boy prompted a small, secret giggle from her. whitley always managed to do that, bring out a hidden, subversive side to the android. that she could be more than just the protector of mantle, atlas’ golden project.

Adam just wanted to talk to the CEO of racism and this is what he got

Oh, Winter relates to to that more than she would care to admit. Come to think of it, her identity had always been tied to someone else, whether it was someone who exerted power on her, or someone she sought to protect. Daughter, sister, huntress, soldier... she was all of those things, yes, but who was she?

prompt

" if only " indeed. how much simpler would life be were she able to dance away her problems ? so many arguments with her parents would be gone, as would the constant pressure of finding a suitable match for her. in a perfect world that would be how it was- but this was not that world, no dreamscape in which every problem had such a perfect resolution. that world was relegated to fantasy and not one which nerissa intended to entertain. golden gaze fell on the youngest schnee, a small half - shrug being given.

" would that life could be so simple. but we must all eventually face our problems and deal with them head on- it's the only option we have. "