Spectacular acrobatics there, Weiss! The bond between your teammates is developing pretty whooosh. Card games, though. Gotta get help from the sisters!
Anonymous

"It was…acceptable."

"For a peasant game, I mean. Although I was losing so badly that commiserating with Ruby was the highlight of the experience."

tags → #rwby #ask #Anonymous 

sticks and stones // closed rp @ askalittleweebcat

askalittleweebcat:

weiss-schnee:

She shook her head over and over, brow knitting, voice breaking.

"No, don’t-don’t-” Weiss twisted her fingers into Blake’s scarf, shuddering against her desperately. “Don’t make me say anything I can’t say anything I can’t figure it out I don’t know what-what this is or what I want and it’s so hard I wanted to be mine I wanted to choose and now I don’t even know I just-need-“

You.

”-help-” She choked on the word, tilted up her chin to plead with everything she had as she panted over Blake’s lips.

”-help me, Blake-“

"Hey, hey hey now—" Her voice lowered like she was talking to a startled, wounded animal, her hands gently running up and down Weiss’s sides to soothe. "Hush. Breathe, okay? I—"

Blake swallowed, chased her words with a kiss.

"I’ll help. I promise. I’ll help you."

She protected her own, she took care of her own—the kiss had been an impulse, something she had once done in another time, with another person—(and she didn’t want to think about him now, didn’t want to think about how bartered her body for his humanity and lost again and again and again)—and it had just. 

Happened. 

It seemed to be working somewhat, though, although Weiss seemed to be cracking and breaking at the seams. That was alright—Blake would sweep up every last piece and call in Ruby and Yang and the three of them would build her back again, seal up every good feeling they had for her and chase all that bitter cold away.

She walked Weiss to the wall, pressed her there and surrounded her—a barrier, a shield—and her hair drifted around their faces like a shroud to hide them further. 

"Remember? I’m yours. I’m your person, right now." It was a soft affirmation. "I’m not going anywhere."

Weiss felt small and fragile, but it came with a sort of courage that came with those that had come close to dying, in one manner or another.

She felt like she could do anything. Her back was to the wall and in a way-it was the most support she’d had of anything that was behind her now.

But RWBY was ahead of her. And in front of her at this very moment-

"Prove it-" She ground out through clenched teeth, eyes stinging with tears, "-show me-" Weiss drew closer, hiccuping once, "-show me something-someone-to-hold on, to-"

She closed her eyes and kissed her, long, and hot and with every ounce of fervor coursing through her, tugging at her veins.

sticks and stones // closed rp @ askalittleweebcat

askalittleweebcat:

weiss-schnee:

She’d hated that name, when their team had been formed: RWBY.

Her letter was the only one that couldn’t be heard when you said it out loud.

It was covered up by the sound of a girl’s name who was younger, happier, than Weiss had ever been, and for a time, she’d hated Ruby for that, or thought she did.

But-

Blake was right.

And Ruby was-Ruby was everything she’d wanted for herself. Everything she should’ve recognized and wanted to nurture, and now-

She was becoming just like what she’d hated so fiercely, everything she’d been fighting, the kind of person that would beat the child out of a girl if she’d make a mistake, make her fear and cower and harden like she herself had had to-

Ruby was too kind for that.

Weiss was frustrated beyond comprehension and her psyche was brittle as she tried to unfold it, to find some unbroken shard or scrap of something she could rebuild off of.

She wanted to take it back.

Her eyes widened with alarm as Blake kissed her and she stiffened, recoiled just a hair, not enough to mean a ‘no’.

"What are you doing-" Weiss intoned raggedly, breath catching inexplicably in her throat. She glared, then, to make up for how wet her eyes had become, lips curling into a snarl as she forced through grit teeth, "-Stop it-“

And kissed her hard, quick, fast, pulled back again, breath coming in tight and sharp under her ribs.

Blake had said everything she’d ever wanted to hear.

Everything she’d never wanted to admit needing.

"-Just stop it, Blake-“

And leaned in, and didn’t let go.

"You know—" Lips met her own, hard and quick and fast and raw, animal in its intensity. Blake hummed into it, mourning the loss even as Weiss leaned in, clung. 

Blake clung back, arms dropping to a thin waist—too thin, did Weiss even eat, really?—and pulled her flush, kissing the corner of her mouth, her cheek.

"You have to communicate, Weiss—” And Blake’s heart swelled and wept at how small Weiss was against her, how easily she could break, now. She’d caused this, she’d—

She hadn’t protected her own. The shame could choke her. 

"—Don’t just say no and keep me in, tell me, tell me yes or no because I’ll leave, I won’t push, I don’t want—”

Oh, how she wanted. Fights of any nature stirred her blood, made her heart bound and the bindings and paddings of her chest drew tighter still, leaving her panting softly against Weiss’s neck, the heat drawing up under her skin—

She angled her hips away, hoping it wasn’t a second too late, and it was awkward with the positioning, but she didn’t want—Weiss would rip her apart, and Blake had no more bravado or esteem to spare if Weiss found out like that—

"I won’t take advantage of you like this. I just—I just want to help—tell me what you want, Schnee.”

She shook her head over and over, brow knitting, voice breaking.

"No, don’t-don’t-” Weiss twisted her fingers into Blake’s scarf, shuddering against her desperately. “Don’t make me say anything I can’t say anything I can’t figure it out I don’t know what-what this is or what I want and it’s so hard I wanted to be mine I wanted to choose and now I don’t even know I just-need-“

You.

”-help-” She choked on the word, tilted up her chin to plead with everything she had as she panted over Blake’s lips.

”-help me, Blake-“

sticks and stones // closed rp @ askalittleweebcat

askalittleweebcat:

weiss-schnee:

Weiss screamed and knocked a stack of books off the end table in a fit of rage-not for any real reason other than that Blake liked them and she was running out of ways to stay angry in face of the evidence against her.

"Sheltered?! Protected?!" Weiss’ voice mounted hysterically. "From day one I was smothered with private tutors and structured lessons to iron out any kind of living that being alive entailed! I’m never going back! I’m never going back to being-"

Worthless.

Treasured.

Prided.

An embarrassment.

Too many things to be remembered and forgotten, day in, and day out, as it suited the likes of others in relation to how well she spoke or sang enough to negotiate and act and move like a doll with a fake smile plastered on her face-

"-anything anyone tells me I have to be ever, ever again!" She brought her shaking hands to her head, fingers rolling over her temples in an attempt to soothe herself. No, she was not going to cry. Not here, not now. Not without her permission. Her own permission.

"I belong to ME now!” She rose her voice again, spreading her fingers and slamming a palm against her chest over and over again. “I’m MINE. Everything about me is MINE and NO ONE’S TAKING THAT, DO YOU GET IT!? If I had to belong to everyone else the rest of my life, then I’m NOT going to let it have been for NOTHING-!”

Now it was her turn to shake Blake. She grabbed her and shook her and balled up her fists and rammed them against her shoulders fitfully.

"Of COURSE I’m like this!? Of COURSE I’m selfish, because nothing has ever been, FUCKING, mine-!” She felt hot tears and with them, fresh rage. She paused, blinking with the realization and gritting her teeth and swiping her sleeve over her eyes, shouting-

"…FUCK! Fuck, fuck fuck I can say whatever I fucking WANT fuck YOU and fuck Yang and FUCK RUBY-fuck Ruby-” She panted, losing steam with each weakening pounding of her fist on Blake’s chest.

She hadn’t meant it really and she knew no one would think she had.

But damn it felt good.

She laughed dryly.

"…Fuck me, too.”

Alright, well, maybe she’d stepped over the line herself. Blake could eat her fair share of crow, and it’d be tough, but she could do it. 

And then Weiss—

Just—

Explosion. Blake had never seen her so emotional—so wild and vicious and fierce and broken, all tooth and claw and fire but no real outlet. Now she had one, screaming and shaking—

The blows at her shoulders and chest didn’t hurt, not really. Blake had taken worse, as far as punches went, but it made the padding and bra feel intimately tighter, constricting—from guilt or from fear, Blake wasn’t sure—

If Ruby’s tears were arrows, Weiss’s were bullets, burrowing in deep and poisoning her blood. Blake reached up and caught those thin wrists again, in a tender grip now—bracing, firm, not a cage for a songbird but a perch.

The final tirade was cathartic screaming, she recognized. Weiss didn’t mean the harsh words, or so Blake hoped, and she drew a shaking breath.

"You’re your own person, Weiss. You’re not your family’s—you’re not anyone else’s pet, project, not a doll." Blake laughed, the sound watery. "You’ve got too much personality for that."

She lifted the hands away from her chest, set them on her shoulders instead.

"And you know what else you have?" A hand settled along the side of a neck, and Blake drew up the sleeve on her left arm just enough to daub and wipe at the heiress’s cheeks, drying them. "Us. RWBY. You have Ruby, and you have Yang—and some how, you have me too. We’re yours, Weiss. We’re your team your friends—and god help us all, you’re ours too.”

Tension crackled and, somehow, Blake found herself drifting closer, breath lowering to a whisper.

"We’re your people, idiot."  

The tip of her nose brushed against Weiss’s and her voice went raw, a rasp; she called Weiss’s name softly. And she moved the final inch, pressed her mouth against Weiss’s, cupping a cheek and the side of her neck and waiting for Weiss to maul her, ears pinned back beneath her bow.

She’d hated that name, when their team had been formed: RWBY.

Her letter was the only one that couldn’t be heard when you said it out loud.

It was covered up by the sound of a girl’s name who was younger, happier, than Weiss had ever been, and for a time, she’d hated Ruby for that, or thought she did.

But-

Blake was right.

And Ruby was-Ruby was everything she’d wanted for herself. Everything she should’ve recognized and wanted to nurture, and now-

She was becoming just like what she’d hated so fiercely, everything she’d been fighting, the kind of person that would beat the child out of a girl if she’d make a mistake, make her fear and cower and harden like she herself had had to-

Ruby was too kind for that.

Weiss was frustrated beyond comprehension and her psyche was brittle as she tried to unfold it, to find some unbroken shard or scrap of something she could rebuild off of.

She wanted to take it back.

Her eyes widened with alarm as Blake kissed her and she stiffened, recoiled just a hair, not enough to mean a ‘no’.

"What are you doing-" Weiss intoned raggedly, breath catching inexplicably in her throat. She glared, then, to make up for how wet her eyes had become, lips curling into a snarl as she forced through grit teeth, "-Stop it-“

And kissed her hard, quick, fast, pulled back again, breath coming in tight and sharp under her ribs.

Blake had said everything she’d ever wanted to hear.

Everything she’d never wanted to admit needing.

"-Just stop it, Blake-“

And leaned in, and didn’t let go.

sticks and stones // closed rp @ askalittleweebcat

askalittleweebcat:

weiss-schnee:

Weiss’ eyes widened for a fraction of a moment, some shred of decency inside her hearing the wisdom in Blake’s assessment, railing against her for having flayed such an innocent and earnest girl over the coals so unforgivingly-

Unforgiving.

And just like that, she lost it again. She knew she shouldn’t be saying the words that came out of her mouth next-knew very well that it would be overkill, but she’d come this far in the argument and her pride just wouldn’t let her quit.

"I couldn’t expect you to understand-" Weiss spoke fiercely, leaning closer and glowering evenly with the taller girl, "-when no one’s expected anything from you your whole life! Now let. Go of me!” Weiss snarled through grit teeth, breathing hard.

Weiss’s eyes widened and Blake felt some small shred of relief. She was capable of decency, however small; buried under all that other shit there was the girl who’d joined in a foodfight and laughed with them, who had looked for her for twelve hours.

Weiss was capable of being forgiving, which meant that this debacle was inexcusable. If Weiss could overlook her past as a member of the White Fang, then Ruby’s single misstep was nothing.

It had to be something deeper. It made no sense for Weiss to revert so harshly over a lower letter grade unless it wasn’t tied to a bigger issue—

"-when no one’s expected anything from you your whole life!"

Blake’s lips parted, ears perking straight up before folding back against her scalp, warping her bow. A growl ripped from her throat, a vicious, animal sound that would have scared even her if she wasn’t so utterly furious. 

"You spoiled, arrogant little brat—”

She released Weiss’s wrists to grab her shoulders, fingers digging in to bruise—to hurt—to shake some damn sense into her. 

"I’m a faunus, Weiss, do you know what people expect of me?” She spit the words out like a curse, pupils narrowed to slits. “Nothing. People think nothing of me, people expect me to be a quiet, sub-human, stupid mutt that won’t amount to a single fucking thing!”

She was shouting by the end, her blood flash-boiling—she didn’t know if she wanted to punch Weiss’s teeth down her throat or bite and scratch her face to ribbons. 

"The White Fang expected me to kill for them, to hurt innocent people for them, to become a monster and I refused—to live up to those expectations—that was my choice!

Blake turned and shoved, pushing Weiss farther into the room and standing between the heiress and the door, her breath sawing through her lips in ragged pants. 

"Not everyone grows up sheltered and protected like you—not me, not Yang, not Ruby. You push and push and push, Weiss, and you never stop to fucking think of who you’ll grind under your heel because you’re too selfish to think that anyone but you will be affected—”

Weiss screamed and knocked a stack of books off the end table in a fit of rage-not for any real reason other than that Blake liked them and she was running out of ways to stay angry in face of the evidence against her.

"Sheltered?! Protected?!" Weiss’ voice mounted hysterically. "From day one I was smothered with private tutors and structured lessons to iron out any kind of living that being alive entailed! I’m never going back! I’m never going back to being-"

Worthless.

Treasured.

Prided.

An embarrassment.

Too many things to be remembered and forgotten, day in, and day out, as it suited the likes of others in relation to how well she spoke or sang enough to negotiate and act and move like a doll with a fake smile plastered on her face-

"-anything anyone tells me I have to be ever, ever again!" She brought her shaking hands to her head, fingers rolling over her temples in an attempt to soothe herself. No, she was not going to cry. Not here, not now. Not without her permission. Her own permission.

"I belong to ME now!” She rose her voice again, spreading her fingers and slamming a palm against her chest over and over again. “I’m MINE. Everything about me is MINE and NO ONE’S TAKING THAT, DO YOU GET IT!? If I had to belong to everyone else the rest of my life, then I’m NOT going to let it have been for NOTHING-!”

Now it was her turn to shake Blake. She grabbed her and shook her and balled up her fists and rammed them against her shoulders fitfully.

"Of COURSE I’m like this!? Of COURSE I’m selfish, because nothing has ever been, FUCKING, mine-!” She felt hot tears and with them, fresh rage. She paused, blinking with the realization and gritting her teeth and swiping her sleeve over her eyes, shouting-

"…FUCK! Fuck, fuck fuck I can say whatever I fucking WANT fuck YOU and fuck Yang and FUCK RUBY-fuck Ruby-” She panted, losing steam with each weakening pounding of her fist on Blake’s chest.

She hadn’t meant it really and she knew no one would think she had.

But damn it felt good.

She laughed dryly.

"…Fuck me, too.”

YOU
smokeytheursa

"Oh god."

"It wasn’t even the entire forest. And it was a Grimm-infested forest. I didn’t even set any woodland creatures ablaze. Probably."

"-But we can’t keep meeting like this. It’s getting weird."

sticks and stones // closed rp @ askalittleweebcat

askalittleweebcat:

weiss-schnee:

"How dare you-!” Weiss spluttered, her eyes widening incredulously, “-I have every right, when she’s my partner and when her actions decide our fates!” She glowered back fiercely.

The heat in her stomach felt hot and angry and hungry. She moved while she was still under than inclination to do so, wrenching her arm free of Blake’s grasp for real this time and tossing her head haughtily,

Her perfume lingered in the air like a warning.

"Get your hands off of me-” She snapped, massaging her arm, “-While I go collect her and finish what I started. I’m not about to let outsiders take care of my partner when it’s no one else’s business in the first place, and I won’t be embarrassed by having her run around for sympathy like a stray puppy-” She turned on her heel and squared her shoulders and made for the door.

A haughty toss of hair, and Blake snorted in surprise as a lock slapped against the tip of her nose. Perfume and shampoo flooded her sensitive nose, lingering and cloying like blood. 

Blake half wanted to throttle the girl as she was shaken off, brows knitting and a frown curling down her lips. A soft growl rumbling in her throat and she reached out, snagged Weiss’s wrist in iron and kept her from taking another step to the door. 

Listen to yourself, Weiss. There is a goddamn difference between scolding and hurling abuse. It was a simple mistake and it’s not like our project suffered that badly for it. You act as if we’re going to fail out of the class—we’ll get a low A at the most.”

God. To reduce Ruby to tears, to rip her apart over a possible B? Blake felt her fury escalate, her grip turning bruising. 

"If she’s going out looking for sympathy, it’s because you overstepped your bounds and hurt her!

Weiss’ eyes widened for a fraction of a moment, some shred of decency inside her hearing the wisdom in Blake’s assessment, railing against her for having flayed such an innocent and earnest girl over the coals so unforgivingly-

Unforgiving.

And just like that, she lost it again. She knew she shouldn’t be saying the words that came out of her mouth next-knew very well that it would be overkill, but she’d come this far in the argument and her pride just wouldn’t let her quit.

"I couldn’t expect you to understand-" Weiss spoke fiercely, leaning closer and glowering evenly with the taller girl, "-when no one’s expected anything from you your whole life! Now let. Go of me!” Weiss snarled through grit teeth, breathing hard.

sticks and stones // closed rp @ askalittleweebcat

askalittleweebcat:

weiss-schnee:

Weiss rounded on Blake instantly, glaring daggers at her and then at Ruby, as if willing her not to move, but-

The younger girl seemed almost broken by the relief alone, and something about it stung that she could run away so quickly after being given permission by someone other than herself. She scoffed with indignation as she heard her tiny voice across the hall (“H-Hi guys…! Um-c-can I…um-“) followed by a chorus of concern and coddling. More crying.

Ugh.

And Blake was letting it happen.

"Where do you get off-” Weiss growled, punctuating her words with a frustrated push against her shoulders, but it didn’t do much to break Blake’s ironclad grip, “-interrupting our discussion?” Her nostrils flared and she swallowed tightly, neck muscles taut from the line made by the haughty inclination of her back of her neck, glaring down her nose at Blake. “I’ll not have her getting the impression that she can skate by on individual combat performance alone. If she can’t even talk to me reasonably one-on-one without flinching like a mealy-mouthed coward then she’s even more of a hopeless wreck than I first believed her to be. We’ve come too far for her to regress now, and I’d appreciate it if you’d show a little support on this one. I’m starting to feel like you just like to be contrary just to get a rise out of me.”

Blake heard each soft sob and it pierced her like an arrow, sharp and powerful and carrying the threat of shattering in her breast with shrapnel meant to sit there for years. She cared for Ruby a great deal—had known that Ruby returned the affection by including her in the sisters portion of her speech. Blake had never had any siblings of her own—or if she did, she didn’t know where her tomcat father had sewn those oats and they were basically lost anyway—and what camaraderie and family the White Fang offered was long since poisoned by blood and bullets. 

Ruby had called her sister. Blake protected her own.

She endured Weiss’s dagger eyes, the haughty posturing of her neck and the superior curl of her lip. Blake had endured it all her life; even if there was a greater sting for it to come from Weiss, Blake hadn’t really expected Weiss to change.

Blake tightened her grip on Weiss’s thin shoulder, claws pricking against snow white skin and giving her a show of muscles coiling beneath darker skin, her bicep pulling taunt as she barely restrained herself from shoving Weiss through a goddamn window.

Violence was never a solution, but god, Blake wondered dimly how that pretty mouth would look filled with glass, with nails. Try to insult your way out of that one, heiress.

"I’m going to level with you, Weiss,” she said, voice still level as she tracked Ruby and JNPR’s movements from the other room, ears swiveling and twitching back and forth beneath her bow. “I think I’m about to blow your closed little brain.”

Her voice shook, a tremor of molten rage the core of a steel blade.

"The world does not revolve around you. I loathe fighting with you, I could honestly live the rest of my Dust-forsaken life without speaking another word beyond pleasantries with you, that’s how sick and tired of this I am. I’m contrary because like fuck am I going to let you trample all over my people—my team—in your bid to be the best piece of shit in this school.”

Blake’s voice rose and fell, her fight to keep from shouting losing with her slow-boiling temper. Unlike Yang’s quick, explosive fury, Blake’s was a slow burn—a forest fire that started from a faint few sparks and roared to life with the addition of dry tinder, all consuming and emotional. 

"You have no fucking right to speak to Ruby that way, especially after all she’s done for the team—especially after she works twice as hard to live up to the expectations you and everyone else puts on her.” Blake bared her teeth, lips pulling back off of fangs. “So, Weiss, lay the fuck off.”

"How dare you-!” Weiss spluttered, her eyes widening incredulously, “-I have every right, when she’s my partner and when her actions decide our fates!” She glowered back fiercely.

The heat in her stomach felt hot and angry and hungry. She moved while she was still under than inclination to do so, wrenching her arm free of Blake’s grasp for real this time and tossing her head haughtily,

Her perfume lingered in the air like a warning.

"Get your hands off of me-” She snapped, massaging her arm, “-While I go collect her and finish what I started. I’m not about to let outsiders take care of my partner when it’s no one else’s business in the first place, and I won’t be embarrassed by having her run around for sympathy like a stray puppy-” She turned on her heel and squared her shoulders and made for the door.

sticks and stones // closed rp @ askalittleweebcat

askalittleweebcat:

Living under the same roof as Weiss Schnee, Blake had decided long ago, was a test in self control and patience. The heiress was ambitious, combative and constantly clawing her way up to the top, to be the best. And usually, Blake wouldn’t fault her for that. 

Ambition was a powerful tool, something one needed in a competitive field as huntressing; as business

But there was a line to be drawn, and while Weiss often toed it, she never crossed it. Not until now. Not until today.

It was no secret that Team RWBY’s grades were high on both an academic and pragmatic level. Their scores in combat simulations set records and only the best of the best could stand up to them. Ruby was a prodigy for a reason, after all. Blake personally didn’t think Weiss should complain about their grades when they were practically stars already.

And yet, now when one errant mistake—a forgotten reference sheet and Ruby’s terrible skills in public speaking combined—Weiss was on the attack, lashing into Ruby with every intent to break her open. Blake usually left well enough alone; Ruby had learned how to handle verbal sparring with Weiss as fast as she’d learned how to fight alongside her, but after the project’s performance—

Blake could read the submission in Ruby’s posture and she almost expected Ruby to roll on her back and show her stomach to the vicious wolf snapping at her. Her own ears flicked, flashing back to her own bout with the heiress—

Well, maybe we were just tired of being pushed around!

—and they wanted to flatten with sympathy beneath her bow. Blake frowned, setting aside her book. The argument progressed and Weiss just kept—getting worse—and Blake couldn’t stop her ears from flattening once Schnee threw down the binder Ruby had taken the time to make for them all. The ‘best day ever’ plan—something Blake had looked through and smiled over, charmed and endeared—

Because apparently no one raised you to take a little basic responsibility for your actions-?!

Oh, no she didn’t.

Yang had confided to Blake previously about Ruby’s mother, her death, the toll it took on the younger girl—and now Blake could see it, see how Ruby slowly grew quieter and more withdrawn—

You might not care what your mother and father would think—

"That’s it,” she said in a snarl, quickly stepping between Weiss and Ruby, a hand lashing out and catching Weiss’s shoulder to physically hold the other girl back, further away from her leader. 

"Ruby." Blake laid her voice thick with deceptive calm, eyes narrowed to slits as she glared Weiss down, setting her shoulders and keeping Ruby out of sight with her own body. "Go across the hall. Hang out with Jaune for a little bit, okay?"

Her thumb pressed near the hollow of a pale throat, warningly. 

"I need to talk with Weiss. Alone.”

Weiss rounded on Blake instantly, glaring daggers at her and then at Ruby, as if willing her not to move, but-

The younger girl seemed almost broken by the relief alone, and something about it stung that she could run away so quickly after being given permission by someone other than herself. She scoffed with indignation as she heard her tiny voice across the hall (“H-Hi guys…! Um-c-can I…um-“) followed by a chorus of concern and coddling. More crying.

Ugh.

And Blake was letting it happen.

"Where do you get off-” Weiss growled, punctuating her words with a frustrated push against her shoulders, but it didn’t do much to break Blake’s ironclad grip, “-interrupting our discussion?” Her nostrils flared and she swallowed tightly, neck muscles taut from the line made by the haughty inclination of her back of her neck, glaring down her nose at Blake. “I’ll not have her getting the impression that she can skate by on individual combat performance alone. If she can’t even talk to me reasonably one-on-one without flinching like a mealy-mouthed coward then she’s even more of a hopeless wreck than I first believed her to be. We’ve come too far for her to regress now, and I’d appreciate it if you’d show a little support on this one. I’m starting to feel like you just like to be contrary just to get a rise out of me.”

(Source: weiss-schnee)

sticks and stones // closed rp @ askalittleweebcat

"I can’t believe you! Do you have any idea what this means for the end of our semester?!" Weiss screeched at her cowering partner. "It weighs in as thirty percent of the entire grade and while you, Ruby Rose, may be content with a sub-standard indication of our education-"

"I’m not, Weiss, it’s not like that and you-!"

"-I am not going to traipse home over the break with nothing to show but a ‘standard’-"

"-I told you I was sorry I couldn’t be more sorry! It-It must have fallen out of my notebook at the library somewhere-and I’ve never been good at public speaking anyway even when I have the references in front of me I just-I just freeze up and I’m sorry I had to improvise—I’m not-I’m not like you Weiss you’re so good at it-” Ruby was talking faster and faster, the way she did when she was about to cry.

Ugh. Spare me. Weiss scorned her internally. What’s done was done and while she cared for Ruby, this was going to affect them. Badly. It might even bring them all the way down to a B+.

"Why are-Why are you doing this?" Ruby’s voice was small and vulnerable and Weiss hated how it made her feel. She detested it, because she wasn’t the one who should feel guilty. She saw Ruby’s binder-her binder-of the activities she’d planned for the team and felt fresh rage, tossing it violently at Ruby’s feet with an outraged scream, trying to renew her bad mood.

"Because you have time to put together this drivel instead of actually sorting that mess of your own notebook!? Because apparently no one raised you to take a little basic responsibility for your actions-?!”

Ruby was getting quieter. “…I know it’s my fault, Weiss. I never said it wasn’t.” Her chest was shaking with suppressed sobs and she looked more than anything like she wanted to leave, but some self-imposed sense of duty was holding her to the spot.

Weiss could crack her apart. She could have her at her mercy for the verbal thrashing of her lifetime. It would at least serve to distract her from however in the world she was going to face her own father about this.

"Unbelievable." Weiss scoffed to nothing in particular. She was venting for her own sake at this point. "You might not care what your mother and father would think about your blatant disregard for academics but I do.”