#glassium

               “Thanks Weiss. For putting up with me, I mean.”       “You’re more than a barista you know- you’re my friend!”

     She expected many things. She expected to  be scolded by Weiss, to be reminded of the fact  she broke every promise she’d ever made to who  was one of her closest friends.  She expected a lot  of things, but instant forgiveness wasn’t one of them.  

     Blake could barely bring herself to look Weiss in  the eyes until the hand rested upon her shoulder.  And  the embrace, it felt so warm...so familiar.  She missed  it, missed her so dearly.  

     “Thank you, Weiss...gods I missed you so much.  Every  second of every day, I thought about you, about Ruby, about  Yang...”  The last name stung her heart, the one she’d arguably  hurt the most.

◤ I’M ALWAYS WEAK FOR THE K MEME.┊accepting @glassium7: Romantic Kiss

       “Hey, uh, Weiss?”

        Weiss looked up from the newspaper she was reading, query in her eyes at the lion-esque woman who stood in the door frame like a frightened kitten. Yang’s nerves were tightening her chest, especially as she glanced at the front of the paper. It was an old edition of the Atlas times. How she’d gotten it all the way here in Mistral was a mystery. 

        This was probably a bad time. Weiss was more worried about going back to Atlas than she let on, and Yang should leave her alone. 

        “Yang?” 

        But Weiss was in front of Yang now, and retreat was no longer an option. Yang faltered over her words, staring (nerve-wrackingly enough) between her eyes and her lips. What was once concern on the Schnee’s face turned soon into irritation, and then her arms were folded. 

        “Yang Xiao Long, if there is something the matter, you better tell me.” Weiss huffed, not unlike how she’d done with Blake back in school. 

        It made Yang’s stomach flip, and what happened next took even her by surprise. 

        She was kissing Weiss before she’d taken stock of the rest of her body. Hands awkwardly at her side rose, one coming to rest on Weiss’ hip and the other on her cheek. Weiss seemed frozen underneath her, eyes wide and lips unresponsive for far, far too long (it was only a second but it felt like a year). 

        When Weiss relaxed, Yang could have cried, she was so relieved. With arms wrapping around Weiss fully and the smaller girl beginning to reciprocate the kiss, anything that had worried Yang before was long gone. She was content even when their lips parted to rest her forehead against Weiss’ and simply share breath. 

       “...Is this what you came for?” Weiss said, softly. 

that’s what you call a man !!!

im fucking straight now

i like men as of today

A phantom pain washed over her leg watching some of the first years train; gaze locked upon one in familiar as they seemed to practice. Who would not detect the Schnee emblem nor the trade mark white and blue combination? 

Weiss looked a lot like her sister. Graeae was willing to bet that she was twice as haughty too but that fleeting thought didn’t stop the Faunus from slowly lumbering over with a faint smile to offer. “Practicing for the Vytal festival?” She calls out, the spear she donned coupling as a rather extravagant walking stick with the larger and flatter end impacting the earth with a thud.

i CAN T BELIEVE Y OU

*sparkles*