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@fractaele​.   name a song your muse can sing every word to.   headcanon asks   (   acc.   )

“ren! can you help me?” myrtenaster is in pieces on the table &. she is bent over examining a piece. “spring lock mechanism jammed.” not waiting for an answer, she hands him the guard to hold. “just hold that right there.” too preoccupied by her work , she hums as she puts the springs &. other pieces in place. “my weapon is fairly simple compared to others but requires pristine maintenance to be efficient.”

     looking up from his own work, ren’s eyes flickered over the disassembled weapon spread over the other end of the table, and he gave weiss a quizzical look. he didn’t ask any questions, however, as he walked around the side to stand next to her. he took a breath as if to speak just as she explained what was going on, and he closed his mouth and held out his hands to take what she was giving him. he let the guard settle in his palms, and he took a few moments to admire the elegance of her weapon, a design oh so different than what he knew how to handle. his own bladed pistols fit comfortably in his fingers, but myrtenaster was cold, a foreign touch to him. watching as she placed and rearranged things as necessary, he spoke up.

                  “Wanna     talk?    It’s    getting     pretty    quiet     here,    and    I    think    we    could    both    probably    use    the    company...”

              When   Ruby    thought    of    all    her    friend    and    teammate    had    to    go    through    during    the    past    couple    of    months    alone,    it’d    occurred    to    her     how    little    she    sat    down    and    TALKED    with    her.    It    would    be    nice    to   catch    up,    with    the    downtime    they    had     now,    until    they’d    be    back    at    it    again.

               Besides,    Ruby    HATES    being    left    alone    with    her    OWN    thoughts.

     ❝ i suppose … it has been awhile. ❞ a light breath leaves her lips, a smile forming slowly, before giving her sister a nod.  ❝ sit. ❞

she gathers weiss’ hair to her back, helping it all fall to place. she looks at her sister’s reflection on the mirror, her smile softening, before running a brush through the waves. in a way, this was how winter watched her sister’s growth. through the eyes of a mirror, through the length of her hair.

for the longest time, the younger schnee had kept her hair long, maintained it well — and it was a pleasure for the eldest to help groom it, especially after a long day. whether it be after her recitals, or those superfluous dinners. these kind of moments, it was just the two of them: eased by each other’s company.

     ❝ you made a wise choice, choosing to braid it. it could easily get in the way. ❞  it was why she kept her hair tucked into a bun. ❝ i admit, i’m not used to seeing it ... but it suits you rather well. ❞

a small compliment, before taking hold of the middle sections, and combing out the ends. winter’s shoulders come to relax, remembering bits of their childhood. weiss was one of the best parts of her life: a person easily able to help sneak a smile onto her lips, someone who saw past what others deemed cold. she was winter’s warmth.

“ Weiss? ”  Her voice comes careful,  hesitant underneath the cover of darkness.  A crack of thunder booms outside and Ruby’s brow furrows into a faint frown.  That’s what had woken her up,  wasn’t it?  But it wasn’t why she was still awake. 

With a feather-light touch and a slow-moving gesture,  she presses the back of her hand against her partner’s forehead where she’s leaned slightly over her bunk,  cautious of startling her on accident.  The skin’s damp,  but...it’s not warm,  not like she’d expect a fever to feel.

Ruby’s frown deepens.  That just means then that... 

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