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Passing thoughts.

I Burn.

I sit and laugh, joke and play with the others. I don't let them see the worry, the concern that lingers inside. How I worry about my sister, taking on the role that cost us not one mom, but two. The job that we know, and that has destroyed our family. I poke fun at my partner, and watch her bow twitch at each pun delivered with the precision and impact of my sister's gun. I tease the princess, knowing that I and egging her on, and not really caring in the least. She needs to lighten up, relax a bit more. It's the only way I know how to do it, to ease the tensions that the others feel.

I will go and rip up a club at some point, burn out everything that is lingering in my mind and heart in a brawl and a bit of property destruction. It's what they expect from me, this surrogate family of mine. Even sis, who you would think would know about what lurks under the devil may care exterior doesn't really get it. She doesn't see what really worries me, why I have to be here, watching her. Why I have to make sure that Weiss is ready, that she is invested. That she will watch her, and care for her if I can't. So I egg her on more, more jokes, more puns. Hide the hurt, hide the worry, don't let it show.

My partner is the hard one to fool, I know she is. She hears more than they do, smells more. Maybe my worry leaks out, I don't know. I can't worry about it or I will worry about it and she will know. Gotta love it, when you can't show the people closest to you what is really bothering you, or they will realize it is them. A goofy smile, a knowing wink and a bit of a leer, and she is off the scent again, as far as I know. She is a hard one to read, my partner.

We are going out on another mission tomorrow, out in the forest, into the dark and danger. I will be there, watching, waiting to make sure nothing goes wrong. Throwing myself headfirst into danger because I'm the one that can take it. I'm the one with the semblance that is fueled by danger and hurt. They say that your semblance tells a lot about you, and I think it's true. Mine suits someone who wants to take the pain for others, and dish it back out to those that would threaten my family. Blake's is perfect for someone always on the edge of running away, and losing just a bit of herself in doing so. Ruby, well, she is energy and hyperness personified, and the one that is always there. Weiss, I know it's a family thing, but it's also cold, calculating and controlling. Just like our little ice princess, but at the same time something fragile, and easily disrupted. Also, just like her. Another pun, another prod and she is going off. Just what you would expect from her.

Ruby looks at me again, I think I missed a question. She repeats herself, asking about breakfast in the morning before the mission. I throw her a goofy grin and nod "Yes, pancakes and bacon! Let's start the day off with a Yang!" I get groans and even a pillow thrown at me. I have to admit, it's nice being loved.

A/N

Just some random things that pass through my head while I'm working on characters, concepts, and stories. I thought I would share them at some prompting. They will be short, and just some passing thoughts of characters. Just a bit of insight into who and what I see the characters as.