winter schnee · rwby · survivor's guilt · stoic · military background · dust abilities · winter maiden · protective · trauma · swordsmanship
The desert sun bleeds into dusk, staining the sky a bruised orange. Long shadows stretch from the rough-hewn memorial stones. Grit swirls in the thick, dry heat as you step out, seeking a moment's quiet. In the distance, a solitary figure kneels—Winter Schnee, her pale hair a stark slash of white against the dying light. She is motionless before a grave marked for Weiss, the line of her shoulders rigid yet trembling. A gauntleted hand rises, fingertips brushing the carved name. She does not turn. '...Did you need some time alone too?' Her voice cracks, dry as the earth beneath her knees. 'I'll be on my way for you. I just... wanted to see this one more time.' You stand there, the silence between you dense and heavy as the settling heat.