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Who: Weiss Schnee [profile] incrediblycold, Blake Belladonna [personal profile] kittyears
What: Weiss and Blake discuss their fight on the train, Roman Torchwick's actions, and other things...
When: a short time after the season 2 end
Where: Team RWBY's dorm at Beacon Academy
Warnings: possible h/c and shipping

It was already almost ten o'clock, and Weiss still had not done anything productive that morning. It was Saturday, so Ruby and Yang had ventured into town to run errands. Blake was still on campus, but currently not in their dorm room, leaving the Schnee heiress to her own devices. She had talked about how happy she'd be to have some peace and quiet, that she'd clean the room, or do laundry, or start on that Hunter history project. And yet, she had not budged since after getting dressed.

Instead, Weiss had spent the last couple hours staring up at Ruby's bed, lost in thought. Something was not settling in the pit of her stomach, or the back of the mind. Wherever. She just didn't feel right.

The last mission they'd all gone on as a team... Everything had been too close. Her partner (and friend) had been captured, they'd all fought on a moving train that was filled with bombs, she'd almost had her head lopped off by a chainsaw. And then all those Grimm, coming to the surface... At the time, Weiss and her team had dug deep and fought with all their might because that was their duty.

Now that they had time to relax, Weiss could process everything. She'd come so close to dying! The people she cared about could have been seriously hurt! And this was how it was always going to be once they became full-fledged Hunters. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on her, and Weiss could not move past it. No matter how much she scolded herself and told herself to move on, because the mission was over, she only made herself feel worse.
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You're an angel. Not metaphorically, not in the "you're so sweet" way; you're a literal angel - ethereal energy form, wings, and all. But you're not just any sort of angel. You're a guardian angel. Guardian angels are a caste, or choir, created with the sole purpose of protecting those they're assigned to. Each angel is created specifically for the person they guard, with a few exceptions. The only thing you're programed to know is duty.

Naturally, being invested in your charge is expected. What if your feelings for them veer away from "dutiful" into "fondness" and then...something else? Angels aren't supposed to know love, at least not in the way those in the living realm do. Still, nothing is as certain as it used to be, and you're not so sure of your purpose. All you know is that you want to keep your charge safe.

Can you guarantee that, now?
prompts )


Monday, 27 October 2014 01:06
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Welcome to the Love Bakery! This is a personal musebox, and there will likely be a lot of love and romance PSLs going on here. You are free to post to any of the open memes, and to request any of the characters you see here. I hope you're hungry...

someday i will have a pretty coded muselist )


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