A/N: This is an AU idea I had, which is heavily based on "The Offshore Pirate" by F. Scott Fitzgerald. If you haven't read it, I highly recommend it, as it's a lovely piece of fiction. If not, then please enjoy this as a fun fic. I will be updating daily. I hope you enjoy, and if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or reviews, please feel free to drop me a message on Tumblr or a PM here. Tumblr is: rwbyficsonffn.
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Brilliantine light danced and flitted across ripples of cerulean blue waves, nudging the side of a yacht that bobbed lazily. Up and down went the boat, and up and down went the seemingly single occupant of the deck. Rays of sunshine shone down onto the sleek floors of the deck, and the one person, who was reclined on a chair, lazily lifting her eyes to peer across glints of sheen against the ocean. Sighing softly, she stretched her hand in front of her, clenching and unclenching the hand that had been grabbing onto a book for the past half hour. Her other hand brought a yellow lemon that was likened to flaxen sunshine up to her lightly rouged lips.
She lowered and lifted her eyes, heavily batting them while lying down with her right knee propped up. The quiet silence was broken by the young woman turning a page with a quick flick of her hand, the soft swish of paper against finger creating a soothing rhythm against the ocean's heartbeat. She had petulant cyan eyes, her lips puckered with seeds budding against them. Her hair, long and snowy, was not cut short and waved, like other women, as was the style. In fact, it was pulled high up on her head, centered to the right, and had a small tiara embedded into the locks. She was admirably beautiful, but had a scornful mouth and eye, something to be careful of.
The sound of thudding footsteps, loud and intimidating, made the woman glance to the left, and roll her eyes.
"Weiss! Weiss! Weiss Schnee!" A man was calling her, someone very tall and clean-shaven, and dressed smartly in the latest fashion with the Schnee company crest embroidered onto his lapel.
"Pipe down, old man." The young woman, who was evidently named Weiss, said without looking from her book.
"The nerve! Young lady, you are to speak to me with respect and regard. If not – "
"Father, will you just shut up?" Weiss's whine, low and throaty, scratched and growled as it left her throat. She whipped her long hair over her shoulder and glared at her father. They shared the same eyes, the same cold demeanor, but Weiss carried it with a more elegant, less abrasive style.
Her father looked severely offended and wrathful, but swallowed his pride.
"I have met with the father of a particular marriage candidate. Ever since your… announcement, I have decided that we must get you married as soon as possible. This young lady is quite lovely, she's training to be a Huntress, just like you." The word 'announcement' made a vein in his neck bulge. Weiss had declared that she preferred the company of a woman in her bed a while ago, and it had taken her father a while to come around.
"Oh? Which academy did she attend?" Weiss asked lazily, her eyes lolling as far as they could go when she dropped her head over the edge of her chair.
"That I don't know. But I expect you to be there with me tonight, and I also expect you to be polite."
"No, Father. I refuse. I am intent on seeing her." The word was italicized with words, quickly and briefly, but clear as day. She was a young woman who was caught in publicized affairs of love and lust, but Weiss was enthralled and fascinated with the idea of her.
"My dear girl," Weiss's father said softly. "You are chasing after thin air and the taste of a soft whim of adventure and excitement. I beg of you not to continue to fawn after the idea of someone, not their true form."
Weiss's eyes softened slightly, the blue tinted pools of ice melting. Then, they hardened.
"Shove off, you ancient fool."
"Young lady, what have you become?" Her father asked incredulously.
"What have I become?" Weiss was now standing up, her hand on her hip and her book and lemon abandoned. "This is because of you! Everything I am, I owe to you, unfortunately." The last word was like a dagger, piercing through the cautious layer of her father's air. His eyes were dark now, once a calm rippling blue that matched the ocean. His lips were set into a thin line.
"I am leaving now. Conduct yourself, you obnoxious, bratty child." He spat the words out, vehement and venomous.
Weiss fell back onto her seat and picked up her pulpy lemon. She attended to it with one last suck, and tossed it at his face. With a well-aimed throw, it splattered onto his cheek and he yelled in a fury like a vengeful god. With one last angry huff, he stalked off.