Weiss practices her singing.
The motions of her hands over the piano were more muscle memory than conscious action by this point. Weiss played out a beautiful melody, the opening keys to a song she had long since memorised. A song that had lost all meaning over the years, instead adopting a newer, more resentful tone in her head every time she played it. She had been careful not to let her thoughts reflect in her demeanor. It was practically second nature at this point. Talk less, smile more, and nobody knew what you were against or what you were for. The life of a Schnee. Smiles and tears in the dark and daggers hidden in shadows and a perfect glass facade. The life of a Schnee.
Mirror, mirror, she sang. Her voice hit all the notes perfectly. The rhythm was impeccable. The pitch was perfect. Everything anybody ever expected of a Schnee. A Schnee, who might as well be a glass ballerina, trapped inside a music box. Wound up and played for amusement. For show. Nothing more beyond that. Disconnected from the reality of being a normal human being. Pristine looks and smiles and enjoyable performances, manners, Weiss, have you forgotten yours? Chin up, smile more, Weiss, talk less, you're not here to give your opinion Weiss-
Weiss played the song. Mirror, mirror.
But there was something else there now. A little glimmer of something good. Weiss played the song, and she couldn't help but remember the off tune, off beat tones of a certain pair of sisters, sang into hairbrushes in the wee hours of the night, done merely for amusement. For themselves, and nobody else. Weiss couldn't help the feeling of light that bloomed in her chest at the thought of them being here, listening to her sing right then and there,and joining in with their horrible, wretched voices without a hint of hesitation, just to put a smile on her face. With a bit on cajoling, even Blake would have joined in, and Weiss really couldn't stop the smile from blooming on her face at that. She would pay her family fortune to whichever diety wanted it for her thoughts to turn into reality at that very moment. In fact, Weiss squeezed her eyes shut for a brief moment, wishing.
To nobody's surprise, Weiss opened her eyes to find herself alone.
She let out a sigh.
Weiss restarted the opening notes of the song. The song her father would have her sing for everybody, to show her off. She hated it.
But this time, she had the thought of her friends to give her hope. And if nothing else, Weiss would settle for the warmth of hope in the cold of Schnee Manor. It would be enough to get her through the days till they were together again.
Weiss played the song.
Something something November something something writing.