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[RWBY] The Great Temporal Step-Sibling War!
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Glimpses Into Another Timeline: Aslanmas Gift - Winter
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Cross-posted From the SpaceBattles Thread
Glimpses Into Another Timeline: Aslanmas Gift - Winter
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Arc-Schnee Manor, Atlas. 6 Years After The Defeat of Salem.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
"Dammit."
Clack. Clack. Clack.
"Dammit."
Clack. Clack. Clack.
"This... This is harder than I thought."
Winter Arc-Schnee sighed and slumped back in her chair in defeat. In her hands was the gift she had been making... attempting to make for her son. A simple but lovely scarf, lovingly made by his mother. A token of her love that she hoped he would carry from his childhood and into his adolescence. She had gotten tips and even a guidebook from her sister-in-law Lilac but for some reason it wouldn't come out the way she wanted.
"I'm the General of Atlas. I was the highest ranked Specialist in Atlas' military. I helped lead the world to defeat the greatest evil in the world! So, why is something simple like knitting more difficult than any of that!?" Winter shouted. She had been trying to knit a simple scarf for 4 hours!
She looked at the pile of unfinished scarfs. The knittings were either too loose or torn from her attempts to tighten the stitches. Some didn't even look like scarfs. It was infuriating.
"No matter. I'll just have to try again... For the 17th time." Winter gathered her determination and tried again. She grabbed her last balls of yarn. These ones were hideous colors. Baby barf green, mud brown, and... Burgundy. As much as she didn't like them, she'll have to make do with these colors. She used up all her good ones on her failed attempts.
"Oh my, are you still working on that scarf?" Her mother, Willow, asked. She was holding her granddaughter, Isabel, her arms. Theodore, Winter's son, was sitting in the playpen his grandfather had made for him.
"Yes, mother, I am. I refuse to let a couple of minor setbacks stop me from making a gift for my son." Winter began knitting again, this time slowing her pace. Jaune never gave up. Even when he had his heart ripped out of his chest. She had hoped that some of his determination had rubbed off on her, even if it was for something as simple as knitting a scarf.
After an hour, the scarf was turning out... not horrible so far. It still had ugly colors but there was nothing she could do about it. The sounds of Winter's knitting needles came to and end when she heard the heavy footsteps of her husband approaching.
"Winter? I got some of the ingredients for dinner! Dad said he'd bring the beef for the pot roast. I know you want Mr. Klein to make dinner, but I'd feel bad making him work on--," Jaune stopped, seeing the pile of failed attempts. She told him that she'd be an expert before he came home. It might've been the Schnee overconfidence going into overdrive. "So, are you sure you don't want Lilac helping you?"
Winter shot him a glare. "I've already swallowed my pride and asked for her advice, Darling. I refuse to ask her to my job as a mother. I want Theodore to know his mother made this for him."
Part of Jaune wondered if Winter saw Lilac as some kind of rival in motherhood. At first, it was funny, but now Winter had made it some kind of personal mission to try and one-up her.
"You, Theodore is a toddler. I doubt he'd care if it doesn't turn out perfect." Jaune said, hoping Winter would agree with him.
"Nonsense. My son's scarf will be nothing short of perfect. See, I'm almost done... I think." Winter looked at it with uncertainty. Is this how it's supposed look? Was it too long? Too short?
"This looks amazing, Winter! Theodore's gonna love it!" Jaune held it in his hands. Despite the colors, it looked really good!
Winter smiled. This'll show that hag Lilac who the best knitter is!
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And so, the last holiday special!
Glimpses Into Another Timeline: Aslanmas Gift - Winter
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Arc-Schnee Manor, Atlas. 6 Years After The Defeat of Salem.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
"Dammit."
Clack. Clack. Clack.
"Dammit."
Clack. Clack. Clack.
"This... This is harder than I thought."
Winter Arc-Schnee sighed and slumped back in her chair in defeat. In her hands was the gift she had been making... attempting to make for her son. A simple but lovely scarf, lovingly made by his mother. A token of her love that she hoped he would carry from his childhood and into his adolescence. She had gotten tips and even a guidebook from her sister-in-law Lilac but for some reason it wouldn't come out the way she wanted.
"I'm the General of Atlas. I was the highest ranked Specialist in Atlas' military. I helped lead the world to defeat the greatest evil in the world! So, why is something simple like knitting more difficult than any of that!?" Winter shouted. She had been trying to knit a simple scarf for 4 hours!
She looked at the pile of unfinished scarfs. The knittings were either too loose or torn from her attempts to tighten the stitches. Some didn't even look like scarfs. It was infuriating.
"No matter. I'll just have to try again... For the 17th time." Winter gathered her determination and tried again. She grabbed her last balls of yarn. These ones were hideous colors. Baby barf green, mud brown, and... Burgundy. As much as she didn't like them, she'll have to make do with these colors. She used up all her good ones on her failed attempts.
"Oh my, are you still working on that scarf?" Her mother, Willow, asked. She was holding her granddaughter, Isabel, her arms. Theodore, Winter's son, was sitting in the playpen his grandfather had made for him.
"Yes, mother, I am. I refuse to let a couple of minor setbacks stop me from making a gift for my son." Winter began knitting again, this time slowing her pace. Jaune never gave up. Even when he had his heart ripped out of his chest. She had hoped that some of his determination had rubbed off on her, even if it was for something as simple as knitting a scarf.
After an hour, the scarf was turning out... not horrible so far. It still had ugly colors but there was nothing she could do about it. The sounds of Winter's knitting needles came to and end when she heard the heavy footsteps of her husband approaching.
"Winter? I got some of the ingredients for dinner! Dad said he'd bring the beef for the pot roast. I know you want Mr. Klein to make dinner, but I'd feel bad making him work on--," Jaune stopped, seeing the pile of failed attempts. She told him that she'd be an expert before he came home. It might've been the Schnee overconfidence going into overdrive. "So, are you sure you don't want Lilac helping you?"
Winter shot him a glare. "I've already swallowed my pride and asked for her advice, Darling. I refuse to ask her to my job as a mother. I want Theodore to know his mother made this for him."
Part of Jaune wondered if Winter saw Lilac as some kind of rival in motherhood. At first, it was funny, but now Winter had made it some kind of personal mission to try and one-up her.
"You, Theodore is a toddler. I doubt he'd care if it doesn't turn out perfect." Jaune said, hoping Winter would agree with him.
"Nonsense. My son's scarf will be nothing short of perfect. See, I'm almost done... I think." Winter looked at it with uncertainty. Is this how it's supposed look? Was it too long? Too short?
"This looks amazing, Winter! Theodore's gonna love it!" Jaune held it in his hands. Despite the colors, it looked really good!
Winter smiled. This'll show that hag Lilac who the best knitter is!
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And so, the last holiday special!
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Blake, you forgot the main thing behind the set of tags and fetishes - character. But for you it leaves much to be desired. So if this were a novella, there would be Glinda's route first because she's a strict MILF teacher.