I'm sorry, is it creepy that if I'm stalking that thread with Myrtenaster? Because I'm totally stalking that thread with Myrtenaster.
Anonymous

((honey we are all stalking the thread with Myrtenaster))

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What do you think kissing Weiss would feel like?
Anonymous

dust-and-steel:

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I doubt you even do housework, princess
Anonymous

"I can’t do housework when I don’t have a house-“

"-it’s a mansion. Get it right.”

evil!anon: How did it feel to have Weiss struggling in vain to free you from that boar she fought only to get knocked from her hands and leave her defenseless?
Anonymous

dust-and-steel:

weiss-schnee:

dust-and-steel:

dust-and-steel:

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Do you ever get that feeling that you’re wasting your life? That no matter what you do it will never be good enough, that you will never be good enough?

That perhaps all the grand promises you’ve built up in your head will turn to ash in your hands and you’ll be left with nothing once more.

No purpose.

No use.

Just another sword gathering dust on the shelf.

That’s how it felt.

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"Mistress… There is no danger you could face that I would not gladly stand by your side against. No matter your reasons, your justifications, or any other factor that might come into play. If I cannot reach you in those times, when you are irrational and angry and most in need of my help… What good am I then?"

Weiss grabbed a firm hold of Myrtenaster’s shoulders.

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"…What good is a piano without a pianist? Or a pianist without a piano? We are part of a pair. You never were and never will be below me-you have and always will be the only one meant to be my equal, and my other half."

"A pianist can go on to learn another instrument, a piano is nothing without a player to play it. That is the difference between us Mistress." It hurt to say it, to air those words which had always gnawed at her from the day she had been forged. "Why… What have I done to earn such trust from you? I don’t understand.”

"Could the pianist call themselves as much if they gave up? No!” Weiss exclaimed, eyes bright with fervor.

"-You’re so much more than that! You’re the first thing that’s ever really even been mine at all, and I’m never giving up on that-on you, Myrtenaster. So I suggest you hold your chin up and look me in the eyes when I praise you for all you’re worth!”

What do you think kissing Weiss would feel like?
Anonymous

dust-and-steel:

weiss-schnee:

dust-and-steel:

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She could feel it with each unsteady breath-the fear, the awe that Myrtenaster felt from even uttering her name.

From everyone else, that fear was meaningless. They feared it for their own well-being, for the fact that if they did not respect it, that they would come to harm, but Myrtenaster-

She feared it for the opposite reason, that Weiss would feel some lack of respect in the way she spoke it.

She felt so much, harbored so much love, that-

-That she didn’t think it possible to convey it all, and the feeling was…foreign. Foreign in the sense that her noble blade felt.

Because no one loved her more, if they loved her at all.

Weiss scooped her as close as she could, gathered her close and pulled her, until they were laying on the bed, Weiss’ hand cradling her hair, the other arm around her waist protectively, not once breaking the kiss as she took care to breathe through her nose instead.

She didn’t want Myrtenaster to feel that fear. She wanted to hold her so tightly that the feeling was excised from her core and expunged completely, and she knew that the only place her fears would leave her were from beneath herself, where she could be encompassed in all the warmth she had to offer.

So she maneuvered her onto her back, leaning over her and kissing her deeply, once more-she was such a small and beautiful thing, she nearly sank into the plush of the pillow-and stroked the back of her hand over a cheek reverently as she drew back to look upon her, her fair white hair fanning to the side like a curtain.

She could hear it, could hear her heartbeat throbbing, aching in her chest-

Weiss lowered her head to rest her ear where it resonated loudest.

"…You’re beautiful." She purred.

The sound of her heart meant she was here, after all.

It was not the first time Myrtenaster had been called beautiful. The man she might call her father had whispered it on the day she was given form through fire and the unwavering strength of a craftsman’s hands. Allies had exclaimed it time and again, how something so elegant could be so deadly in battle. 

Enemies had said it, the truth only seen in the fading light of their eyes where their tongues had fallen silent.

Those words… Those memories… They may as well have been dust in the wind for all that they compared to this moment. This perfect moment.

'You're beautiful' she’d said. And for the first time Myrtenaster actually felt it. Felt as if the grime and blood of years of battle had been burned away by a love that might just rival her own. 

She followed Weiss’ lead without thought, reflexes buried deeper than even her bones prompting her to do as her Mistress desired. The softness of the bed was a trivial thing compared to the pale lips that had been pressed to hers a moment ago. 

She was panting softly, and she realized belatedly that she had forgotten to breath, so distracted was she by the searing kiss. Even now the desire to see, to touch, to feeleverything she could was taking precedence over such trivial things as basic survival functions. 

She was overwhelmed in the best of ways, swept along in the tide of warm skin and the ever growing heat that threatened to burst free and burn her to ash. Under such intense scrutiny what more could she do? Her fingers sifted through Weiss’ white locks, trembling softly as she felt the subtle weight of the girl’s head against her chest.

She couldn’t say a word, her voice had left her as abruptly as it had originally come.

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evil!anon: how would you feel if you were wielded against your Mistress? what if you were used to run her through and steal her last breath?
Anonymous

dust-and-steel:

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That will never happen. I will not… No.

cannot be used against my Mistress. It it my duty to make sure she is kept safe from harm, and I refuse to be implicit in causing her pain. 

I contain within me no more than five hundred grams of Dust at any given time, though I am compatible with all known varieties of it. 

Five hundred grams of dust is more than enough to destroy a sword.

"…Leave Myrtenaster alone! This is cruel and unusual, rude, crude, and socially unacceptable!"

Weiss drew the petite girl closer to her protectively.

evil!anon: How did it feel to have Weiss struggling in vain to free you from that boar she fought only to get knocked from her hands and leave her defenseless?
Anonymous

dust-and-steel:

weiss-schnee:

dust-and-steel:

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Do you ever get that feeling that you’re wasting your life? That no matter what you do it will never be good enough, that you will never be good enough?

That perhaps all the grand promises you’ve built up in your head will turn to ash in your hands and you’ll be left with nothing once more.

No purpose.

No use.

Just another sword gathering dust on the shelf.

That’s how it felt.

"That was not your fault! Look at yourself-“

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"-You guide my hand with poise and unmatched elegance. I could not hear your voice that day, in that moment. I was enraged and irrational. I thrust you into danger and made you hold on to your limit. I never willingly let go of you. You are my partner and it was I that failed you that day, not you that failed me. It was all I could do to come back to you as quickly as I could once you were so crudely torn away from me."

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"Mistress… There is no danger you could face that I would not gladly stand by your side against. No matter your reasons, your justifications, or any other factor that might come into play. If I cannot reach you in those times, when you are irrational and angry and most in need of my help… What good am I then?"

Weiss grabbed a firm hold of Myrtenaster’s shoulders.

"…What good is a piano without a pianist? Or a pianist without a piano? We are part of a pair. You never were and never will be below me-you have and always will be the only one meant to be my equal, and my other half."

evil!anon: How did it feel to have Weiss struggling in vain to free you from that boar she fought only to get knocked from her hands and leave her defenseless?
Anonymous

dust-and-steel:

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Do you ever get that feeling that you’re wasting your life? That no matter what you do it will never be good enough, that you will never be good enough?

That perhaps all the grand promises you’ve built up in your head will turn to ash in your hands and you’ll be left with nothing once more.

No purpose.

No use.

Just another sword gathering dust on the shelf.

That’s how it felt.

"That was not your fault! Look at yourself-“

"-You guide my hand with poise and unmatched elegance. I could not hear your voice that day, in that moment. I was enraged and irrational. I thrust you into danger and made you hold on to your limit. I never willingly let go of you. You are my partner and it was I that failed you that day, not you that failed me. It was all I could do to come back to you as quickly as I could once you were so crudely torn away from me."

Sooooo...how many sexual fantasies have you had about Weiss Schnee?
askbeacongang

dust-and-steel:

weiss-schnee:

dust-and-steel:

I…

I’m not going to answer that.

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"Won’t you, though?"

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"Ah… I mean, if Mistress wishes me to…"

"…And if I did? What would you tell me?"