BONUS ROUND 1: THROWBACK PROMPTS

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FILL: Team RWBY

[hopelessgemini]

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder, little bit of background bees

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There’s golden lace growing on the windowsill, and the ring in Winter’s pocket has been weighing her down for the last three months.

The thing is, she hates grand gestures, and so does Cinder. She thinks Cinder would kick her in the head if she tried the whole kneeling thing; she thinks she’d take it, too, as retribution for embarrassing her in public. And she wants to marry her — she wants to marry Cinder more than her lungs need oxygen — but she doesn’t really know how to go about it, exactly.

Which is why she’s been planning this proposal. She can’t just leave the ring box somewhere and hope Cinder will find it; that defeats the point, so —

“You’ll break your cup if you keep fidgeting with it,” Yang says.

Winter remembers for a shining, crystal moment why she doesn’t like hanging out with Weiss’s friends. “Wouldn’t be the first cup I’ve broken. You were saying?”

“Yeah, uh.” She scratches the back of her head with her free hand. “So like, my only real error was forgetting that Blake doesn’t like a fuss. We went with a quiet night in but I had Ruby over in the morning, so. Should have rescheduled.”

Winter nods. She wishes she’d thought to bring a notepad, but Yang would have made some joke about being formal and it would have gotten back to her sister. “Noted. Clear my schedule.”

“And like, get her flowers. She doesn’t have hayfever, does she?”

“Not unless she’s gotten very good at hiding it.”

“Yeah, good. I think girls like flowers.”

“You think,” Winter echoes flatly.

“Well, Cinder grows them!” Yang raises her hands, grimacing. “I dunno what Atlas tradition is, but if you’re thinking of getting her a gift you could get some more of the flowers she’s been trying to grow. Cause, like. Not to be a dick but there’s not a lot going on over there.” She jerks a thumb towards the windowsill.

And it’s true — there are only two or three clumps of flowers in the whole box — but it’s not Cinder’s fault; the weather in Vale has been poor recently and she’s been so busy with her job that she hasn’t had time to take proper care of them and —

Winter shakes herself, deciding not to be indignant. “Your concern is noted. I’ll figure something out. Thank you for your assistance.”

“Anytime,” Yang grins.

“Now get out of my apartment.”

“Yes ma’am,” she says, saluting.