ALWAYS YEARNING .

     you put on a faith facade, think you’re holy when you’re NOT. ( i hate to break it to you baby, but you’re simply LOST ). you can RIGHT all the wrongs just to feel you BELONG, but simply calling out sins don’t bring you closer to GOD. you’re just a GHOST at most, a set of empty BONES, searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole when it gets COLD.

     you don’t know, oh you don’t know. oh, you’re all ALONE, you poor UNFORTUNATE soul. 

     oh, how fate played its game in such mysterious ways. making two forces collide, a rush of chaos followed by an unexpected calm. they have learned to complement one another now, one side helping the other along & vice versa. constant cycle of support, guidance, & just the right amount of reprimand. ( although it’s not to say there isn’t resistance on the other end at times. for two forces of opposite nature could harshly reject just as easily as they could coexist. )

     she’s embarrassed by her own ramblings, a blush growing steady along the shells of her ears as her sweet ramblings are pointed out. ruby hopes the redness can be disguised by her hair; oh, how she deeply wished for it to remain unseen. it seems she is also one unfamiliar with flattery outside of familial reaches, & thus she is hesitant with the way she replies. crown ducked, ruby smiles.

     ( everyone had something to say about her eyes. so unnaturally silver, but captivating all the same. but how could they not be ? they had belonged to her MOTHER, after all. )

          “ thank you, weiss. “

     ruby becomes oblivious to the sound of her partner’s heartbeat as she is quite distracted by the sound of her own, the distinct metronome pound against her sternum. a drumbeat, normally steady & unrelenting, becomes sporadic. ruby doesn’t reestablish eye contact, choosing to focus on the hand entwined with her own instead. her hands were so cold, & ruby’s a contrasting warm …

          “ i mean, i guess i kind of am. but you’re only like … half an inch taller without heels, so that doesn’t count. “

     her focus shifts once again as shoes come into their conversation, head turning to catch sight of the now lonesome heels abandoned on the floor. she doesn’t miss them.

          “ oh —- i won’t forget them ! i just … UGH. i’m sorry, but i just can’t wear them all night. i don’t know how you can do it every day. “ such a shift in tone. it’s nearly comical.

     but if it had been her choice,  if she had the opportunity to be in control of her fate, she would have chosen differently. in her defense, who would have voluntarily picked the seemingly inane girl who nearly blew her off the side of a cliff during their first encounter as their partner for the next four years? ( only a fool would make such a voluntary choice. ) but even a schnee ( one of the most powerful individuals on remnant ) could not even control fate. but now, in this moment, she decides that she doesn’t mind what fate has in store for her. she doesn’t mind letting fate take charge. despite all their differences, she’s glad to have had the opportunity to learn and to grow with someone like ruby. 

     her silver eyes weren’t the only unique thing about her ( she had never seen someone with such unique and beautiful eyes, and yet the leader still had the audacity to call hers, a color that can nearly be found anywhere, pretty ). she had known that there was something special about her leader the moment her eyes cast down upon her visage at the top of the cliff during their initiation, dozens of rose petals surrounding her thanks to the incoming breeze, after pulling off a seemingly ridiculous stunt. she had known she was special when she learned of her blatant optimism and hopeful nature, all shoved into a single, smaller soul. perhaps, ruby rose had qualities that she absolutely loathed ( childishness, recklessness, stubbornness--don’t get her started, she could go on for forever ), but her quirks were what made weiss truly admire her leader in ways she truly could not comprehend. 

     her heart continues to pound within her chest, the beat steady and nonrhythmic.she tries to mentally coach herself to calm down, but at times, she can’t but to feel as if her heart may burst through her very own chest at any given minute. she takes notice upon ruby’s embarrassment, taking note of how those silver eyes no longer focus on her face, but rather, their entwined hands. she gives her hand a squeeze in response. winter is supposed to dread the arrival of spring, but perhaps this time around, she wouldn’t mind melting. 

“half an inch or not, it still counts.” she sounds too justified over such a trivial matter. 

     eyes drift from the face before her to the shoes ruby had abandoned. her brows furrow a bit as her gaze focus upon them. they really were expensive.

“you would have been able to wear them all night if you properly broke them in like i said! if you had just listened to me and worn them for twenty minutes a day this whole week, they wouldn’t have hurt your feet.”

     and after such a caustic comment, she’s silent. she lets herself bask in the ending of the song ( the music is just absolutely enchanting--this song is one of her favorites ), as the notes slowly fade away into taciturnity. another song begins to play in its wake, and judging by the tempo, weiss can tell it’s another slow one.

“do you want to keep dancing with me? or have you had enough for tonight?” 

“the last of us” sentence starters

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     persistency was a part of her very core being; one may argue that that portion of her personality was bred into her ( a bold argument at that; but how could you fault those who make such audacious accusations? the strive for perfection, the burden of being a schnee--it had been weight she has been carrying nearly her entire short existence ). she continues to press forward, clear dissatisfaction painted onto her facial features. she simply does not back down from anyone; after all, the heiress always loved a good challenge ( exhibit a: the scar that graces her facial features ). 

                   perhaps this was to be anticipated by the starlit soul, that the ice cold beauty would be nervous upon meeting him. it isn’t a normal and consecutive day when you have to sit ALONE with your lover’s pseudo parent, is it ? a wandering gaze fixates on the stairs, clock ticking away as ruby takes her time to finish the task of getting ready. voice like piano keys, yet high strung like a violin. despite these two characteristics, burnie finds himself thinking that he is going to be hearing this voice very often. he dissects each piece of dialect before a smile rests upon his face, pearly whites glittering with the life of stars as he shakes his head. 

                           ‘ i asked you if you wanted something to drink, that’s all. ’

     her eyes trail his, gaze lingering on the staircase a moment too long. for a moment, her mind drifted to the girl she had been oh so patiently waiting for, leaving her with a sense of wondering. what could possibly taking her so long? whatever the delay was, it better be worth the wait.

     her gaze snaps back to the man before her now, her mind drifting back from her daydreams and into reality. she maintains composed and rehearsed in front of him ( a skit she has preformed many, many times ), inhaling in once and exhaling slowly in order to prevent her nerves from taking over. oh, if he truly wanted to get to know this ice cold beauty, he would have to melt the glaciers that guarded her heart ( ask ruby; she’s still in the process of melting them down ).

“oh, no. i’m fine.”

a pause--

❛ you’re being too hard on yourself. ❜  her tone is gentle, words reassuring as a gloved hand rests upon weiss’ shoulder. a smile graces her lips ; SINCERE in every manner. ❛ i thought you were wonderful ! ❜

@aeryce liked for a starter !

     but the crown she adorns is just oh so heavy. it is onerous, the weight of her responsibilities weighing down upon her very being. it is honorable and noble to be a part of the schnee lineage ( at least, that’s what the outside world assumed ), but it had been something the heiress was burdened by for her entire life. the strive for perfection at times controls and consumes her. 

                                    ( @aeryce​ ) ♡’d

                         ❝  there’s nothing left for me here, weiss.

there’s a lingering of schoolbell’s past ringing in her ears, ringing as the tale of beacon’s fall is told by word of mouth ‘round the kingdoms through those that have survived: their names, their semblances, their headstones, all written on the walls with the blood that was shed. there’s a lingering of childish desire’s past swirling in her field of vision & it’s blinding, as they stand in spot where it all began, asphalt beneath their feet, the remnants of the dust spilled into the cracks just months before upon their meeting, a memory made and never broken, lost in time but never forgotten.

                       they’d won the battle, but the war had just begun.

“you can’t just leave us, blake! you have me! you have team rwby! why can’t you see that?” 

     in just a moment, the ice queen’s kingdom has been torn down. the first to have fallen was beacon, a school that was seemingly so formidable. but it had fallen into the palms of self-proclaimed revolutionists, disillusioned with the idea that they could change their very world. the next to crumble was vale, a place she had been able call home. but it had been metaphorically murdered, slain by the very students who were seen mercilessly injuring and killing others for the rest of the world to see. despite the circumstance, however, weiss had thought one thing would remain invincible: team rwby. but the reality that she had been wishfully thinking was slowly but surely sinking in. yang, a girl who was the essence of a wild fire, had seemingly burned out. ruby, their leader and beacon of hope, had been missing since she has sent her off to face cinder alone. and now blake was leaving her too, like a lion turned into a scaredy-cat. 

send me “five times kissed” for a drabble about five times our muses kissed 

ONE: it is clumsy and it is quick, just like her. it’s sudden, spontaneous, and ends all too quickly. the nights spent together, alone in the cloth-covered top bunk, inevitably lead to this conclusion: a first kiss. ruby rose was everything she never thought she’d wanted. she is childish, immature, and reckless. but she is also brave, brilliant, and stunning. innocent infatuation led to stolen glances and touches, seizing every opportunity she could to be closer with the other girl. but curiosity drove her out of her comfort zone, a benign wondering if her lips were as soft as she was hoping.

she pulls away seconds later, icy blue eyes staring into pools of silver. she curses herself for a lack of experience and how quickly it was all over. but she decides that she liked the feeling, and that her lips were soft and tasted like strawberries. 

TWO: dawn filters in through the window shades, dappling the pale skin of two sleeping bodies, wound up together as one. she’s come to learn that the prodigy child is not as cheery as the facade she puts on–even little red riding hood has her wolves that she hides from. her nightmares come often, leaving the poor girl in a disillusioned state upon entering the waking world. but she’s always there for her when she wakes, cold fingers intertwining with warm, reassuring her that nothing will harm her as long as she’s here. weiss doesn’t know what she dreams about, and she’s not quite sure she ever will. nights where malicious dreams plague her often cause them to end up sleeping together—not that she minded. 

eyes flutter open and focus upon the body tangled up next to her. it’s a rarity to see ruby so still. whether it be physically or mentally, she always seems to be on the move, never giving herself a chance to rest. but seeing her asleep like this calms her, and she finds her still form to be serene and tranquil. weiss moves to press a kiss to her temple and then her neck, nuzzling her face into the crook of her neck, allowing herself to bask in the moment. 

THREE: ruby does this often, weiss comes to learn. she departs in the early hours of the day and does not return until late at night, with tattered clothes and unattended, gaping wounds. she’s finding herself learning more and more of little red’s darker side, and has come to learn about the child who’s still infuriated at her mother for leaving her behind in the living world. she visits the grave when she can, but the ill feelings of the girl always brings the grimm. and so, she fights. she’s come to learn that her recklessness is a way for her to cope with such heavy emotions. 

but she’s here when she comes home. she’s always here. 

weiss takes it upon herself to clean her up whenever she returns from such endeavors. deft fingers wrap a bandage around a final wound before finally finishing. she takes one of her free hands ( with her knuckles all bruised ) and places a kiss upon them, her lips feathery and soft as they move across the bruises. she’s quiet for a moment before they inevitably come together for a kiss, lips crashing against one another in an effort to bring their bodies as physically close as possible. 

she pulls away, momentarily, and asks the other if she promises to be more careful  from now on. she does.

they both know that is a lie. 

FOUR: they had escaped to the wilderness, although only momentarily. it’s seldom they ever get time to spend alone together, but when the opportunity arose, it was ruby’s idea for them to spend an afternoon together in forever fall. it was nice, she decided, to be able to be get away from the hustle of the city and be able to spend time with her in a more tranquil setting. silence has overcome them for quite some time now, an abnormality considering how energetic and lively ruby tends to be. but she doesn’t mind this. she doesn’t mind holding her hand and feeling her arm brush against hers. she doesn’t mind just being alone with her. 

for once in her life, she doesn’t mind being alone.

she breaks the silence unexpectedly ( perhaps ruby’s tendencies were rubbing off on her ), posing a question for the girl she shares her affections with: will you ever leave me? the younger stops dead in her tracks and turns to face her, free hand cupping her cheek, pressing a kiss to her lips. weiss swears she can feel her smile. 

pulling away, she promises weiss she won’t leave her. and while she swears she can feel herself melting, all she can do is smile in response. 

FIVE: it wasn’t fair. she wished ruby knew that, she wished she had the chance to tell her in person that this was never what she wanted. but with beacon’s fall, she had been forced back to atlas, where it was presumed to be safe. perhaps it was safe from grimm invasions and other various threats, but she was still in danger. atlas gives her a sense of loneliness, reminds her of her inadequacy. there was a reason why she wanted to escape. in atlas, her biggest threat was her own self. 

there is no other way to contact ruby besides written communication. she was desperate to tell her of her predicament, to apologize for abandoning her when she needs her most, to let her know she still cares. and upon finishing the letter, she signs her name. she takes the letter to her lips, pressing a kiss next to her signature. the lipstick left behind is a shade of crimson that reminds her of ruby. 

Death of a Bachelor starters

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     the smaller, more honest soul before her is everything she is not. she is optimism wrapped in a bundle of hope, all shoved into the vessel of such a small human being. that was one thing about her that always stayed constant: no matter how dire the situation, how traumatic, she had the willpower to prevail and stay true her core being. 

     but not her. being forced back in atlas has changed the ice queen--shes more glacial and hardened than before, colder than ice and stronger than steel. she’s not the same person as she was before the fall of beacon. her face simply does not light up the same way it once did when little red comes near--it is sullen, stern. she shies away from her touch ( her touch used to make her melt ), now almost afraid to touch her. 

     they’re just not the same anymore.

     admittedly, she’s scared to try. but her hand reaches out for her own once more, fingers interlocking, cold against warm. although they can’t emulate what they once had ( the innocence has been lost, crumbled to ashes with the fall of beacon ), one this is for certain: ruby always made her feel brave. 

send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on: accepting! 

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     growing up, we/iss schn/ee led a lonely childhood. considering that she received private education ( as implied by the manga ), we/iss had very little to no interaction with others of her age. this lack of interaction between people her own age led her to develop her behavior around her teammates and other beacon students during the first volume. she simply did not know how to act around people her own peers because she had always been surrounded by people who were older than her, constantly praising her talents.