There was hesitation in the way Wyn held herself. She’d managed to escape their father’s clutches as well ( but only got so far as Argus ). And she’d heard from her boss at the cafe that another girl bearing the Schnee emblem was in town and Wyn had dared to hope it was Weiss. Luckily Old Lady Rivers knew everything that happened in town and who was living where.
Finally, after what felt like a year of second-guessing herself, she knocked sharply on the door three times. After that, her hand dropped back to her side as she waited anxiously for the door to open. “It’s okay, Wyn,” she muttered to herself, “Everything’s gonna be okay, Weiss is gonna be safe and you won’t be intruding at all.”
@notyoursnowangel */ * Wyn
In truth, Weiss had been terrified of returning to Atlas. Being so close, it’s unnerving. More than that. No matter how she tries not to let it, her mind keeps drifting toward home. They have to go back, she knows that. And once there... it’s only a matter of time before she needs to face what she left behind, her father... her sister. There’s a pang in her chest every time Wyn’s face comes to her mind. How could she have just left her behind with their father? Weiss is grateful and guilty at the same time that there has been so little room to wonder what’s happened to Wyn.
She’s wandering the house, plucking at her sleeves, desperate for something to catch her attention when there’s a knock at the door. Weiss hesitates. The others are busy, it could be someone important. Taking a breath, she squares her shoulders, can’t lose her composure now. It’s probably nothing. Her steps are sure as she moves to the door and pulls it open.
Weiss stops dead in the doorway, eyes widening. “Wyn? What... what are you doing here? How did you get here?” The questions spill out even as she reaches for her sister, throwing her arms around her. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I left you!”