mirror broke.

          ‘ what are partner’s for ? ‘ she laughs then, a breathy little huff of air exiting her lungs, her shoulders rising up in time with its release. the fact that weiss is so quiet makes ruby … well, she doesn’t know exactly what it’s making her feel. some concoction of emotions, made from worry & unease, & a spark of protectiveness in the middle of it all. her eyes attempt to meet weiss’ but all they find is an empty mirror, her own reflection of concern staring back.

     ruby takes the offered seat with little fuss & lets her body plop down with a touch of comedic force, like something a child might do after having to climb the mountain of a tall chair. she allows a spell of silence to fall over them before speaking. ‘ you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but —- how’re you feeling ? ‘

          weiss is ANNOYED.  but that’s something they don’t want to show now, do they?  everyone is stressed, to say the very least, and weiss’s irritation unleashed would likely only cause a chain reaction.  their arms fold over one another as their gaze shifts to look out the window, as if to protect themself from whatever is to come — almost like they’re hugging themself ( either that, or physically holding in their unrelenting anxiety ).  with a deep sigh made from the cold mountain winds ( that people like their blossoming partner melted down so long ago ) within their lungs, weiss’s eyes close briefly and they turn back to ruby.  

          ‘ your eyes were watering, weiss. ‘ concern spreads across ruby’s face as her palm rests gently atop her partner’s shoulder. in the opposite hand, she offers a handkerchief; it’s rather plain, without any lace or frilly design embroidered across it, a solid white color. ‘ did you forget to blink for a little while, there ? hah. i do that sometimes when i’m really focused on stuff. ‘

     but they both know that isn’t the reason, don’t they ? / @summoness.

romance + sex hcs!  ( accepting. ) @ryoshan.

💦:  weiss is a virgin !  so this’d be verse dependent / ship dependent heh

😉:  clothed sex, public sex, being dommed by more than one partner, body worship, being tied up, blindfolds, hot tub sex, phone sex, daddy ( calling their partner OR being called daddy ), watching their partner masturbate / being watched by their partner

💯:  weiss loves a good coffee date!  they tend to avoid the public eye ( especially in terms of romantic life! ), so ordering dinner in and snuggling is optimal too.  they’d like to learn to cook for themself too so learning how to make dinner with a partner would be :triumph: GOOD SHIT MEME

let’s start this shit off with i’m changing my interpretation of weiss in that they are a they / them lesbian.  they’re a femme lesbian for sure, and are femme of center, but don’t identify as a woman ( in fact, they identify as agender! a complete dissocation with gender all together ).  sometimes i wonder, will i ever stop writing my characters like this?  and the answer is probably not and nobody can stop me ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

weiss, despite dressing femininely, feels an immense personal disconnect to the female gender simply due to how much certain dialogues pertaining to their femininity were pushed on them as a child.  ( for example, ‘you should smile more,’ ‘you’re so cute when you’re angry,’ ‘don’t worry your pretty little head over it,’ etc.  jacques’s constant insistence on klein carrying weiss’s things for them when they were perfectly capable and strong enough to do so.  things like this that automatically assumed they were weaker for being a girl ).

weiss is EXCELLENT with makeup but doesn’t much care to wear it themself outside of the occasional mascara and lipgloss.  they stopped wearing it so much around the age of 15!  it was kind of a rebellion thing for them more than anything — having to wear make up for recitals, parties, even small gatherings in their own home became overwhelmingly annoying to them.  ( that being said, let them do ur muse’s makeup, cause they’re damn good at it ).

weiss doesn’t realize this separation from gender until they arrive at beacon and have the chance to choose their own everything.  nobody there to boss them around, nobody to tell them what to wear, etc.  THAT BEING SAID, they definitely forced some femininity on themself out of habit from their old household, and are still learning to free themself from the confines of that femininity ( and on top of that, trying to separate clothes that they genuinely enjoy wearing like skirts and dresses from the femininity that society has assigned those clothes ).

        owo 

        there  she  goes   ,   in  a  mad  scramble  to  grasp  weiss’  hand  within  palm  in  the  blink  of  an  eye.  so  fast  that  one  would  think  she ‘ s  using  her  semblance  at  this  very  moment.   thumb  brushes  over  knuckle.   ❛    are  you  scared  ?  you  can  squeeze  my  hand  as  hard  as  you  want   ,   it  won ‘ t  hurt   !!  promise  !!    ❜

          “ quick, hold my hand!  now. ”  grabby hands.

hal n i are matching psds for ruby n weiss and thats So Gay

unprompted / @rosescattered.