Hey everyone! Wow, I can't believe more than 10 people actually read this (or at least opened the web page!) Sorry it hasn't been updated yet, it's the second week of classes here in uni and we both have a lot of homework. L has been going through some other issues, so fics have been on the backburner. But within the next two weeks or so there should be another chapter of this up! We've gotten a lot of encouragement from the RWBY fandom in general, the two of us, and that keeps us motivated and thinking about what to do next!
-L
Weiss cleared her throat again, pulling her thoughts together in the same way one tidies one's evening gown before going out on the floor of the party.
"I wanted to ask your advice on something. And you, being," she gestured with a low wave of the wrist to Yang, "well, yourself, might know more about this than the others." Weiss paused for a moment, as if unsure about if she wanted to really be asking for help with this, but she quickly humbled herself before continuing on. "Do you have any advice for someone who needs to… To improve their combat skills? Seeing as how you're well-versed in handling both the coordination and the strenuous physical activity that comes with-"
"Woah, woah, is the princess really doing what I think she's doing?" Yang interjected rather rudely, finally unable to contain whatever had been bubbling behind that awed, slowly turned excited expression. Weiss faltered mid-statement. "Now THIS is far more exciting than any thrilling description of history in our dusty old textbooks, this is real news!"
"Oh shush!" the white-haired girl retorted, immediately exasperated she had attempted to pander to Yang's strengths at all. The flattery was lost on the fiery blonde, or so the heiress assumed. In reality, Yang was impressed with the little lady's humility, and although she would continue to tease her for some time about it, and had already been thinking of ways to improve the team camaraderie through joint training or study sessions or something of the sort. But for now, Yang simply giggled and apologized, urging the heiress to continue.
"Sorry, sorry, it's just that… Well, that was so unexpected." Yang's giggles died down as Weiss crossed her arms in defiance, puffing her cheeks, no doubt holding back some reprimanding phrase. Yang sat up and tucked her wrists between her shins. "Ah, Combat skills you say? Well, that depends on what kind of combat skill you want to improve!" Weiss thought about it for a good minute or so, small 'Well's and 'Let's see's leaking out from her pursed lips as she focused long and hard on finding the right way to express her short-comings. This was not an easy task for the young huntress-in-training.
"I suppose… Well… It seem… It seems I am not as well endowed with the same level of unreasonable stubbornness that you possess, bu-" she groaned and shook her head, catching herself mid-mistake as she corrected the demeaning phrase. "What I mean is, I don't…" here she pulled the bite out of her voice, opening up to that lower quieter tone, the same one she used when admitting her want for bunk-beds as a kid. The bite left her tone and was replaced with sincerity. "I don't seem to have… the stamina that you and the rest of the team share. I need to improve that, and I thought I should ask one of my teammates first." Only after speaking the words did Weiss notice the weight that was tense around her collarbone seem to lift away. With it, her cheeks flushed slightly, the sheer thought of admitting a weakness aloud to another person inciting embarrassment and a hint of shame. But she had to do it, she knew, otherwise the team would be at risk. In order to be a better person, she had to admit when she needed to improve. And this was the whole point of coming to Beacon, right? To be a better person than her father? To do some real good instead of sitting behind a desk, watching numbers scroll past screens and listen to statistic reports? To fight against the real darkness? One cannot fight true darkness alone, because everyone has a part of it inside themselves and it would consume them. We need others to carry us through each other's darkness. How was she going to find a way to do that when she didn't know if she could carry herself?
Weiss let the familiar questioning of her own decisions roll itself over her mind, coming back as always to the wavering drive behind every choice she made. This went on for a time as Yang sat, slightly in shock, but then with a serious focus, cupping her chin in her hand and leaning over her knee, brain working through possible things she could do to help her team member. The two pondered in silence, a rare moment for any pair of team RWBY besides Blake and Weiss, who normally studied quietly together. The heiress almost didn't notice when Yang stood up out of her chair and crossed the two steps right in front of her.
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I'm sorry! That's all I can put up tonight, I've been meaning to write it but just have had way too much stuff happen that takes priority attention! Over this weekend expect more of this chapter and maybe the next! -L