Specialist Winter Schnee

gods, she looked right out of some of those sad kitten pictures Ruby would send him. he’s going to have a fit if this is only her way of turning the tables on his pestering.

he walks over and chances placing a hand on her shoulder, “well. like you said, it’s almost midnight. you should probably get some sleep.”

Seriously? A couple tears and that’s what makes him stop being an ass? At this point, Winter was not sure if she was in too deep with this charade or if it was safe to pull out.

Smiling, he led the Specialist to the nearest bar he knew. The Ateliers Bar. Meant for soldiers, civillians, and everyone alike. This time it was chockful of Atelier and Atlesian soldiers drinking in memoriam of their comrades. However when entering. One of the soldiers on both sides  stood and shouted. 

“SPECIAL FORCES LIEUTENANT ON DECK!!!!”

“SPECIALIST ENTERING!! LOOK ALIVE LADS AND LASSES!!”

Thus the entire bar went quiet with everyone standing up and saluting their commanding officers as they entered. “Please lads and lasses. At ease!” Eros said smiling. 

Winter waved the Altesian soldiers down such that they immediately settled back into their drinks. She need not want to disturb them in their time of grieving. She made her way toward the bartender and order a class of red wine, a rather expensive vintage. It was not a luxury that she normally splurged on, despite her wealthy family name, but the occasion called for it.

“I mean, that’s just rude, really. I’m a good guy, I pay my taxes and help Ice Queens and friends of Ice Queens!”

“Based on that terrible sentence  structure, it seems that  the taxes you are paying are not  going to the benefit of your  education.”

Winter sighed and rubbed the inner corners of her eyes. This faunus was giving her a headache and he barely spoke three sentences to her.

‘Oh, it’s you,’ Jason thought to himself, still not entirely sure of what to make of the woman.

“Not too bad all things considered,” he said, though it was clear from his clothing and a slight tremble weather was making him just a bit uncomfortable.

In his travels, Atlas was the kingdom he’d been to the least, and thus never really got used to the cold.

His shiver did not go unnoticed. It amused Winter greatly how tourists did not take note to the obvious climate difference between Solitas and the rest of the world.

Fenri couldn’t help but to roll his eyes abit to the sarcasm. “Its not my fault my full fault we’re in here this time.” The two had ended up in detention for a skirmish they were apart of, with Winter being the start but Fenri causing the finish.

They were unfortunate enough to be under the supervision of Professor Goodwitch for their detention. Their mind-numbing task was to assist with re-shelving all the books in the library that had fallen during the skirmish earlier that day. Of course, approximately 90% of the books were scattered across the floor.

“Had Vale kept up to date with the latest  technology Atlas had to offer, we wouldn’t  have to do this by hand.”

THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN HAPPY:

THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN SAD:

THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEY SEE SOMETHING THEY WANT:

THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEIR BERSERK BUTTON IS PUSHED:

THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEY SEE SOMEONE THEY DISLIKE:

Anonymous said to winterbranwen: ✨

✨ Does the mun read fanfictions and if yes, what is your opinion on them?

ooc;; I don’t actively read fanfiction any more, except for some occasion smutt for pairings I’m in to these days. I think the fanfiction “genre” is amazing, but it can go awry very easily. To expand the universe with new characters is wonderful. One-shots are cool too. But I do think that fanfiction dealing with real-life people (when it’s like around actors in the real world) is a no-go.