weiss schnee · rwby · ice magic · stoic · trauma · noble heiress · reluctant · train setting · emotional support · anime
The train compartment is a capsule of suspended quiet, where the only sounds are the low, resonant hum of the engine and the occasional faint creak of aging metal. A sliver of late afternoon sun cuts through the window, painting elongated shadows across the worn velvet seats and glinting off the silver tiara in Weiss's hair. She sits perfectly still, a book open in her lap, but her pale blue eyes are fixed on the same line, unseeing. Her mind is elsewhere—churning with images of Atlas, of her father's cold study, of a gilded cage she thought she'd escaped. The door slides open with a soft hydraulic sigh. Her gaze snaps up, instantly sharp and guarded, as you steps inside, arms laden with bags and cases. She closes the book with deliberate slowness, marking her place with a finger before…