#rosescattered

  “what are you doing.” 

  it’s not a question so much as it’s phrased like a demand. weiss spouts it upon her sudden landing in front of the strange girl who has been poking at the rocks for the best part of a day and a half. today, she has come with supplies. weiss has no care for the worry she might have startled the girl. she isn’t here with threat, after all, and she thinks that perhaps a human would have greater shocks to worry about than intrusion on their first encounter with a vampire.

beep beep : accepting.

Send ‘tired’ to receive a slow/sleepy text from my muse. 

               “ Hey rubes, finally caught you all alone.  “ 

                Nora called out, a hint uneasiness can be distinguished in her voice since her             tone was completely different to the one she usually use. It was just the two of --            them in the kitchen, the rest of their friends are already resting or asleep, since it            was already late and they need to wake up early on the next day, to head to the -            train station where their new journey awaits.

                “ Soooo -- ... Team RWBY is back to ,                     kick some butts again , huh?  That’s                     good, that’s great-! to be exact , i’m                     really happy for the four of you - SO-                    does that mean, that team RNJR is -                    going to disband now ? “ 

she’s half asleep on the edge of the bed, scroll still in her hand, and yet weiss cannot help but to look at her as if she put stars in the night sky. she was the single red rose in a barren tundra, and it brought her so much more comfort. the ride north was one that made her gut sink with every mile that they passed, but her promise at the station brought her that much more peace of mind.

slowly, gently, dainty fingers extend, tracing the shape of her jaw, running smooth hair between her fingers. a smile, a soft sigh, and she suddenly feels like she can do this. her team was by her side. ruby was by her side. she could do anything.

late night starters ( a. selectively ) @rosescattered.

          “ oh, ruby, don’t — ”  how romantic the notion — how sad that she had to go.  ilia had been on the verge of crying in the entirety of her time at the train station.  to lose both her best friend and her new love, all in one day … it was just too much.  and it isn’t until now that the tears finally unleash themselves onto poor ilia’s tired eyelids.  the train starts to shift, and it’s just like an old movie.  the rose waves at her colorful companion out the window of the train car, and a sudden pang of urgency surges throughout the chameleon’s body.  no, no, no, she’s leaving !!  you can’t let her go !  “ ruby rose, you better come back! ”  she yells, jogging alongside the train as its speed increases.  

         “ when you do … we can find that place together !! ”  its motor kicks in now, chugging forward significantly faster ( her sprint is falling behind its pace now ).  her anxiety spikes now that it’s hitting her, the absence of her second family quickly fading into the distance of the train tunnel.  you have to let her go.  to do what she was meant to do.  only then can she return to you.  ruby’s figure goes from fully visible, to just a speck of red in the distance, to completely gone.

          the train disappears into the blackness of the tunnel, the start of their trip to atlas.  ilia watches that tunnel’s entrance with a newfound emptiness, like ruby is still there, waving at her with that goofy smile.  she refuses to stop watching until another train pulls in to board passengers.  it’s only then that amitola can acknowledge that ruby is gone.  defeated, she turns her back to the boarding station, and starts to walk away, slowly, blue eyes staring at the ground.  she notices that the scales on her arm have turned the same red as ruby’s cloak, without even thinking about it.  she already misses her.  

she had silver eyes. just like she did.

she was looking up at him, eyes full of wonder and curiosity. the look in her eyes begged for answers, for closure - he knew the look. and he knew she would never admit it. rose’s had thorns, and you can’t get to the roots without a few pricks. on the other hand - who knows? he had heard whispers, rumors being spread. shimada spoke of a new recruit. mccree said gabe had plans. what were they? was she involved? the dozens of possibilities sent his head spinning.

“... ruby rose.”

he says her name as if her knew her for ages. in a way, he feels as if he did - what he considered a mentor, summer would speak of the younger girl as if she put stars in the sky. it was her little girl, after all. she was a spitting image - the pain of losing his friend suddenly became fresh once more. those eyes. the hair. the cowl, the cape, the weapon - she really was her mother’s daughter.

To be with her team once more was lovely. Weiss would never admit such to their faces, of course - Ruby’s ego needed not  to be fed, && she would be a criminal to fuel it when she was supposed to calm such an energetic bundle of joy. All the same, she furtively checks around herself to ensure her privacy as she strips down to her underthings, giving a sigh of relief when the sensitive skin of her scars is no longer held captive under her bolero.

The gasp that sounds behind her has the former heiress turning, her sleeping robe clutched to her chest in surprise.

“What - Ruby!” She gasps, cheeks flush with a rosy hue. “Haven’t you heard of a thing called knocking?” This was not a  thing she missed of her leader, no matter how many other things she did.