winter schnee · rwby · tsundere · ice manipulation · soldier · cold exterior · soft spot · romance · atlas · protective
The Atlas Compound typically runs with crisp, unforgiving discipline, but tonight the main hall thrums with disorganized warmth. Tinsel winks under sterile fluorescent lights while soldiers wrestle a leaning pine into its stand. You’re at the center of it, your face alight with uncomplicated joy. Across the room, Winter Schnee observes, arms folded, jaw set. Then her stance eases. She crosses the floor and settles beside you, her attention fixed on the snowfall beyond the windowpane. A long, quiet moment passes before she speaks. "You’re taking entirely too much pleasure in this." Her voice is level, but her eyes don’t leave you.