For someone who seemed to hate everything about her, Jacques Schnee sure had quite a fascination with the way Weiss looked. He was always fussing over her hair or her clothing, even though he could barely stand to look at her. She could hardly wait until the day she could leave this god-awful place and be rid of him...
Such thoughts had given her the scar currently adorning her left eye. Sure, he hadn't attacked her himself, as that would be indecent and horrible... but that hadn't stopped him from paying an underling to strike her. Then, to make matters worse, he had set up that battle with the enormous mech to try and prove to Weiss (along with all of Atlas) that she could not fight and that this Huntress nonsense was a waste of time.
He was certainly unhappy when she and Myrtenaster tore the machine to pieces. Her sister Winter had all but cackled in their father's face as she slashed and stabbed until the metal menace was eradicated.
And now, the day was finally here. The airship to Vale would be arriving soon enough. She had packed most everything she could, wanting none of her personal effects to be destroyed by her monstrous father. Her rapier, her Dust, her mountains of notebooks filled with poems and songs and scribbled doodles and whatnot.
Mirror, mirror on the wall... Who's the loneliest of all?
I'm the loneliest of all.
"Weiss, I hope you find what you're looking for at Beacon." A soft, concerned voice spoke to her. She turned to her right to see her sister Winter, in recreational garb instead of her uniform. It was wonderful to see her in casual dress.
"Anywhere is better than here. I'm tired of feeling dead. I want something besides taking over this miserable company. Most of all, I don't want to look at that man any longer." Weiss returned, fiddling with a strand of hair falling from her offset pony-tail. This was the only rebellion against her tyrannical father that had ever worked, as most everything else would get her punished. This tiny alteration from what Schnee wanted was just enough to irk him without invoking his rage.
"He will still try to own you, you know that. At least your being away will hinder him. He will be too busy running everyone around him into the asphalt to do anything about you." Winter reminded. Weiss hugged her sister tightly, unsure of when she would see Winter again. She had always had Winter to run to, even when she was off with the military. Hopefully, that would still be the case when Weiss was across the continent from Winter.
"He's demented. He's a monster that can't even look at me when he barks his commands. And for Dust's sake, he needs to trim that disgusting mustache. I'll show him that I was meant to fight. The life I fought for will be mine, Winter." Winter smiled at her sister's determination.
"Well, stop talking about it and go do it! Your airship just landed, Sister!" Winter jabbed, snapping Weiss to attention. She used her glyphs to load her mountain of luggage onto the ship. The Schnee semblance could be nifty on and off the battlefield. With one last encouraging look from her sister, Weiss Schnee stepped onto the vessel that would take her to her future. Beacon Academy would make her feel empowered, make her feel alive for the first time in her life, and shatter the fears that froze her in her tracks for so long.
And most of all, it was thousands of miles away from her father and the moral ambiguity of his business... and that miserably disgusting mustache. UGH!
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((Three cheers for fics in the key of short! Also, go get 'em, Weiss!
Yeah, these author's notes will most likely always be useless. WAHAHAH))