Unease, and restlessness. And a dream of sorts, but not quite. She could never remember the contents upon waking up, just that she may have had a dream of some sort. Dulled sounds, a melody perhaps, wove their way through to her in her unconsciousness. Lights popped behind her eyes. She tried to turn away from them and the sounds that were steadily accosting her as noise, but her body was weighted by heavy waters and buzzed subtly all along its length. "Weiss?" The first sound able to reach her in the deep was a voice, causing ripples that began stirring her mind to life. She again tried to move away from all mixture of sounds vying for her attention only to be met with that same weight as she buzzed more. Restless and uneasy. "Its morning, Weiss." A hand came to rest gently on her arm.
With great effort she heaved her eyes open and stared blearily at what she had to look forward to come morning. "..Winter?"
"Good morning," her sister greeted her with a gentle smile. "Your alarm had been going off," she said as she silenced the phone on the night table.
"..i'm sorry for that," she slurred before closing her eyes. "What time is it?"
"It's a little after eight.. Weiss?" She was nearly asleep again the second time Winter called out to her. "Come on," her sister said, a tinge of amusement in her voice. She groaned and rolled away from what Winter was asking of her. She didn't think she could do it. "I can get breakfast started, but you need to be awake to eat it. Come on," Winter coerced with a placement of her hand a gentle pull to encourage her upright. She rose slowly, barely, and turned to face her sister, situating her legs cross beneath her before bringing her forehead to rest on Winter's shoulder.
"..i'm not hungry." And she wasn't. The only thing she felt at the moment was exhaustion, overbearing and debilitating. She could hardly keep her eyes open. Winter brought a hand up, running it through her bangs once before resting the back on her forehead as though checking for a fever. She leaned into the touch, one of Winter's comforting and almost maternal tells that let her know that she had her sister's patience and attention this morning.
"You didn't sleep well?" Winter asked knowingly.
"No.."
"You seemed restless when I came in to wake you."
"I had a nightmare, or a dream.. I think." she drawled, trying not to fall back to sleep where she sat. "I can't ever remember what they're about. Just.. discomforting I guess." Winter began to run her fingers through her bangs again. Soothing, but the gesture carried with it the chance of putting her back to sleep.
"Have you had more than this one?"
"Yeah," she admitted, leaning more onto Winter's shoulder and into her soothing touch. "They started a bit before I left Beacon."
"Have you told Dr. Ozpin?"
"No.." Winter hummed in response. They sat that way for a few minutes, her leaning into Winter's side while she played with her hair. "I'm barely awake right now," she groaned. "I don't think I can manage breakfast. I'll have lunch after my appointment." She wouldn't be able to manage breakfast, but there was one part of that routine that she needed to manage. "Could you bring me my medication?"
"I can," Winter offered. "Your appointment? Whitley called about that earlier." Her heart jumped ever so slightly, a bit of anxiety creeping through to begin its lining of her morning.
"Dr. Ozpin wants me to have some bloodwork done." She hesitated, slightly afraid that Whitley had rescinded his offer to take her and thinking along the lines of maybe she had done something yesterday to put him off. "What did Whitley call for?"
"He said he couldn't take you to your appointment. He forgot that he needed to meet with his advisor, but he said he'd still see you for lunch."
"Okay," she breathed, relaxing internally. "I imagine I should be doing that soon. The advisor.."
"Have you considered taking the semester off? It might give you the time you need to better acclimate to everything without having to worry about a full course load."
"No.. I'd probably have to forfeit my scholarship, and I don't want to hear Father's mouth about it."
"Pay Father no mind," Winter asserted instantly. "Though you might not have to forfeit your scholarship. We'd have to look into it, but extenuating medical circumstances might be able to secure it for you, at least for a semester."
"I don't know," she mustered, finding the strength in herself to leave Winter's shoulder, but not much for thought or speech. She rested her elbows on her knees, propping her head in her hands as she pressed her palms to her eyes. It was a futile attempt in heaving the exhaustion away. "I'm convinced I'll be tired all the time, forever." She initially meant it in jest, but as soon as the words left her mouth she didn't really feel there was a joke in that sentence.
"Lie back down," Winter said as she stood. "I'll bring your medicine and a glass of water."
"Thank you," she said allowing herself to succumb to gravity. She began to doze not long after her head hit the pillow, time a construct as she barely treaded those dark waters of slumber. An endless journey on an eternal ocean. An uneasiness nearly settled in her. She stretched her arm in an attempt to dismiss a vague restlessness that tingled beneath her skin. Winter's reappearance staved off the peculiar plight of unease that had been plaguing her for weeks, but her body still buzzed with unrest.
"Here.. Weiss?" She lifted the lids of her eyes, bringing her outstretched arm back in to prop herself halfway up.
"Thank you," she said taking the glass and her medication. Head tilt and swallow. "You'll sit this on the night stand? I don't trust myself not to miss. For blind reasons and for mind reasons."
"I can," Winter chuckled relieving her of the glass. "Are you alright this morning? You seem a little unwell."
"I am," she sighed falling back into the comfort of her bed, reaching over to her night table to drag her phone to her. A notification light pulsed in the corner. "Waking up just feels a little harder this morning," she confessed as she lazily slid the screen of her phone open.
"Take it easy then," Winter said. "If you want something lighter to eat, or coffee later on, just let me know. I'll come and wake you in an hour or so"
"I'll text you," she called to her sister as she left the room. Now alone, and more coherent than she thought she would be, she turned her attention to the good morning message Ruby had sent her.
'Good morning my Best best friend! Hope you had good dreams :) '
She smiled to herself as she thought fondly of yesterday when Ruby declared her the 'Best best friend in the universe'.
'Good morning to you too, my best best friend,' she pecked out. 'What has you up so early?' Barely a minute passed before another message came to her phone.
'Work! Yang and I are helping our Uncle put away the truck that came in today. It's just a short shift though. Would you maybe want to come over later and hang out? :3 '
That would be new, going to see where Ruby lived, maybe even getting to meet the sister she spoke so fondly of.
'That sounds fun. Count me in. I'm curious to see your room.'
'My room's pretty cool! Not as cool as yours, but Yang says it's very me.' Intriguing.
'I'll bet. I have a couple of things I need to do first, but I could have my brother drop me off after lunch.'
'He can drop you off at Qrow's and we can walk over together.' Together.
'Sounds like a plan. I'll let you get back to your truck and will text you when I'm freeing up?'
'Sounds good! Talk to you later and have a great morning Weiss :) '
'You too, Ruby.' An idea popped into her head. ' :) ' There's a first time for everything, right?
Heaving herself up, more awake now than she thought she anticipated, she meandered into the bathroom and brushed her teeth before heading to the kitchen. Her brief texting with Ruby washed away any uneasiness her slumber had given her and made her feel light despite the exhaustion that was still so egregiously assaulting her. She found Winter sitting at the island, a book in hand and a coffee mug off to her left. "She lives," Winter said without looking up from her book.
"I do," she played back as she came to sit across from her sister, stealing the nearly untouched cup of coffee from her blind spot and taking a sip. "How are you, Winter?" Her talk with Whitley yesterday had broadened her, given a little insight into the almost unknown turmoil her siblings had endured along side her. Winter looked up from her book, a small expression of surprise on her face that reminded her of when they were younger for some reason. An endearing reason. It made her sister look more youthful than she already did. She smiled at Winter, sliding the coffee mug back into its place with half of its contents missing. And Winter smiled back.
"I'm good," Winter answered, placing her book face down and giving all of her attention to the conversation. "As usual, I was up just before the sun and took the opportunity to water all the plants around the house before I started my new book."
"What are you and Whitley reading this time around?"
"The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman," Winter imparted as she slid the coffee mug back toward her with a knowing smile on her face. "I may have made that with you in mind. But it's a short read, fantastic so far. It almost reads like a children's story that's not meant for children."
"That.. does sound interesting," she said genuinely intrigued, wrapping her hands around the coffee mug to warm them. "I might want to try reading it after you're done," she decided. "How has work been? I know you spent a lot of time off base while I was at Beacon."
"Work has been fine, save for all of the 'catch up' I've been playing, but.." Winter hesitated, but it was different this time around as she had a contented smile on her face. "I've been considering either retiring or moving into the Reserves once my reenlistment comes up."
"Retiring?" That took her aback more than anything she thought she would encounter from her sister's hesitation. Winter Schnee.. retiring? From the military? If anything had been set in stone long ago, it was that Winter would commit her twenty years to the Navy, and she was over halfway there.
"Or moving into the Reserves," Winter said with an amused smile. "I've talked with General Ironwood about it at length, though I'm leaning towards the latter I think."
"Why though? Graduating from the US Naval Academy and enlisting was your dream."
"It was," her sister confessed, a nostalgic look in her eye. "It still is to a certain extent, but it's never been a career goal of sorts. There have always been things I wanted to do after.. Lately I've realized that I'd enjoy starting on those dreams sooner rather than later. And.. I've been thinking a lot about duty, and family, and the latter is where I'm most excited to dedicate my time," Winter concluded with a fond smile on her face.
"I," she didn't know what to say, surprise evident on her face. "Are you doing this because of me?" That's what she feared the most, that her sister was making this decision because of how she had been putting her out. Even in some small part as Winter did seem genuinely satisfied and.. happy with the decision she was making. Excited even as she had said herself.
"Yes and no," Winter answered truthfully. "You were a catalyst in my decision in a way. But so was Whitley. And so was I," she confessed. "With everything that has happened, I've realized where it is I most want to be. And I've grown to dislike missing my family as much as I have at times, as I have in the past."
"I," she wasn't sure how to feel. Everything Winter said sounded nice, honestly. She would love to have her sister here with her every morning she woke up, to be able to spend more time with her, and to know she was there when she went to sleep. It was just.. "I don't want you to resent me.. one day," she said quietly, lowering her eyes to the now cold coffee between her hands. "I won't lie.. it sounds nice. That sounds nice, having you around more often," she smiled. "But I don't want you, even a small part of you, to make this decision because you have to.. for me. Because you feel have to take care of me, I guess." She looked up resolved in her confession to meet her sister's eyes, finding a gentle yet mildly concerned expression. "I know its been hard for you, for Whitley."
"Weiss," the look on Winter's face shifted to reflect her own resolve. "I could never resent you. Not for this; not for anything. And I know that you don't need me to take care of you, even with everything that's happened this past month despite it having gone into my considerations. It's just that I want to allow myself the opportunity to be here for you, and Whitley, and myself more. And I can't have that freedom that I want to do that in the Navy at present." Winter reached out and held the hands anxiously gripping the coffee mug. "I'm excited for the future in a way I haven't been in a long while, and you are apart of that happiness I'm wanting to build for myself. So I could never resent you. Okay?"
She loosed one of her hands in favor of holding onto Winter's wrist, looking down at their connection and savoring the bond. "Okay."
"Shall we start our day then?"
"Let's," she agreed, reluctantly separating from her sister before she stood, running a hand through her length of hair as she did. "Are you joining us for lunch after?"
"I am," Winter confirmed as she stood. " Your brother so graciously extended an invite to me, but I'm sure it's because he wants to pester me about the book we're reading."
"He's only my brother when he's annoying you," she laughed as she started to make her way back to her room.
"Amongst other times."
"I'm sure," she said with a roll of her eyes. Whitley pestering Winter was about to be a treat. She showered and dressed fairly quickly, taking the most time to decide which one her many band shirts she would wear given that she would be seeing Ruby after lunch. She settled on one relatively quickly, immediately wondering why she hadn't gone for this one first given Ruby hadn't seen her in it yet. Now that she thought on it, they hadn't listened to this band together either. She was almost sure Ruby listened to them. Reaching into her closet, she pulled out a blue shirt that nearly matched her eyes and had the name 'Andymori' pressed on it in white lettering. Ruby would like it.
Her appointment was about a twenty minute drive from her and Winter's flat. She didn't imagine she'd be there long given they were only going to be drawing some blood, and she was glad because her appetite was returning to her with a vengeance. She was quite looking forward to lunch, meal and conversation. "What are your dreams Winter?" Winter hummed beside her over the white noise from the road. Usually she would have usurped the sound system and played whatever was in her Spotify queue, but she opted for the comfortable silence between them that was almost music unto itself. "After the Navy, what are your dreams?" She was curious and Winter seemed genuinely starry eyed when she spoke earlier of her new future.
"Well," Winter started with a smile, lightly drumming her fingers on the steering wheel that was revealing of the childlike excitement she knew was bubbling up in her sister. It made her happy to see that, Winter's excitement. "I was thinking of going back to school to get my Master's in English, potentially even my doctorate, but that's for later down the line. I think I'd like to teach literature, or poetry at a collegiate level. Like mMother did."
"That sounds lovely," she smiled. "Father would always rant a bit, wondering why you never went with a more 'practical' major if you were attending the Naval Academy." Winter laughed at that.
"Father never was perceptive enough to realize that I enjoyed reading and writing more than I enjoyed the notion of being a career soldier or some politician."
"Will you write?" She wondered. It was a grand idea, Winter writing, perhaps even becoming a published author one day. She knew she had it in her. Her sister was well read and a charismatic wordsmith when she wanted the world to know she was such. She remembered fondly the times during her youth when she would read her and Whitley her own imaginative fables and fairytales that she had created just for them.
"I'm not sure," Winter shrugged with a smile.
"What do you mean you're not sure? Winter, I think you should write," she confessed a bit enamored, poking at her sister's shoulder. "I have fond memories of your writing."
"I still have all of those in a folder somewhere," Winter chuckled with shake of her head. "I've been writing though, nothing serious, just in passing over the years. Ideas, thoughts, narratives, but I've thought about it, buckling down and pursuing it genuinely."
"I think you should," she urged. Winter replied with a non committal shrug as they neared the hospital.
Her appointment was as brief as she thought it would be, but it felt longer than it was. Four vials of blood, each container being deftly handled and filled. She would have called Winter out on silently laughing at her behind her book (or trying to at least), but she was apparently too preoccupied with sitting as still as she was able, eyes a little wide, and having a laser focus on her blood leaving and leaving and leaving her arm. A snort from the corner. Oh, she was going to tell Winter about herself later.
In the car.
Far away from this greedy doctor.
"Do you think all of that was necessary..?" Winter nearly guffawed. "Will you stop laughing already," she demanded, part exasperated and part amused by Winter's own unabashed joviality.
"I'm sorry," Winter apologized as she stifled another laugh. "You were so calm beforehand I nearly forgot you hated needles."
"Me too.. Is it needles?" She wondered.
"Needles. And vaccines. The anesthesia from that one time at the dentist. Sewing machines.."
"I am not afraid of sewing machines," she fumed. "I just.. don't like.."
"The needle?" Winter was a bit of a witch when she wanted to be.
"Fair," she conceded. They spent the rest of the drive talking about nothing in particular: what classed she was potentially thinking about taking for the upcoming semester, what type of writing Winter might decide to pursue, poetry or fiction, and tentative plans for the future once Winter had more free time. She had always wanted to go and see the Angel Oak in South Carolina. She could have seen it by now, just flown there one weekend, saw the Angel Oak, and flown back, but there was something about this particular adventure that had her wanting to share it with someone else.
"How has Ruby been?" They were angling into a parking space along the street.
"Ruby? She's been fine," she imparted fondly as they exited the car. "A ball of concentrated energy and excellent music recommendations. She says we're best friends."
"Are you now?" Winter locked the car and headed the way down the street to the café they were meeting Whitley at.
"We are, I suppose," she smiled falling into step with her sister. "I guess she is pretty much my best friend."
"You guess?" Winter raised her hand to wave at Whitley sitting on the patio just down the way before turning to her sister with an arched eyebrow and another amused smile.
"Okay, we are. She's my best friend," she admitted almost giddily and a little embarrassed at her forward admission . "Cut me some slack, I've never said such things before. You know my track record."
"I know of its nonexistence," Winter chuckled. "But I'm happy for you Weiss. I think Ruby is a great friend to have. She's remarkably.. earnest."
"She is," she confessed as they walked up to the table Whitley sat at and took their own seats.
"About time," Whitley chimed in as they sat down.
"I'm sure you've been waiting all of five minutes," Winter stated.
"Seven, but who is counting. So, I finished the book last night Winter an—"
"Whitley, at least wait until we've ordered before bombarding me with your potential spoilers."
"Wounded I would be if there was more heart in your dismissal of me wanting to discuss it with you."
"You should be wounded," she inserted over Winter's blatant commitment to her silence, though Whitley was right. There was a playfulness in Winter's stifling him. "Apparently you're my brother today."
"I give that about a day before she changes her tune. You forget the time you blew up my phone when you finished reading The Stranger before me," Whitley teased with sharp eyes and a matching smirk.
"I did not blow up your phone," Winter defended seemingly embarrassed given the smallest of blushed dusting her cheeks.
"A pestering Winter?" How funny she thought. "I guess she was my sister that go around then."
"Very yes. She was so excited she neglected to notice it was well after midnight when she called me. Three times," Whitley finished to cut off Winter's interjections. "Hm, menus," he announced as the hostess arrived, further cutting off Winter's defense of herself.
"Don't worry, Winter," she continued in Whitley's stead. "It's cute and passionate."
"You two are insufferable." She and Whitley both laughed at Winter's forfeiture. Winter was, despite her poise and her somewhat reticent and introverted nature, notorious for her dry, covert teasing and being the silent laughter off to the side. Not only that, but being the eldest sibling, she had much more to work with than she or Whitley did.
"We love you," Whitley stated, bringing an end to the pleasant round.
"We do," she agreed. "How was meeting with your advisor?"
"As soul crushing as ever," Whitley sighed. "I ultimately made the decision to hate myself more this semester than spring semester, 400 level business classes and all."
"Sounds like a rock and a hard place."
"More or less. I figured I'd get it out of the way and enjoy the software engineering side of my double major in the spring."
"With your engineering major, you're turning into a graduate Glyph would love to have," see said with a tinge of wariness she was sure he was feeling.
"A hard maybe, as a stepping stone, but despite Father's insistence of Glyph being a 'family business'," Whitley said, air quotes and all, "I'd really rather not."
"The feeling's mutual," she empathized.
"I'm still envious of you," Whitley said turning to Winter.
"Father took on a losing bet on me becoming some sort of politician or high ranking military official," Winter shrugged. "Plus, there's not much advantage Glyph could take of an English degree."
"Maybe for good PR." She dealt that sleight with great satisfaction.
"Oh, true. Too true," Whitley agreed. Their waitress arrived at that point, bringing their drinks and taking their orders before leaving them to each other again. The café was rather busy at this hour. "A politician I never saw," Whitley continued, "but a high ranking military official, I could see that."
"Not for me," Winter smiled. "I'm thinking of retiring."
"Retiring," Whitley balked as if he couldn't believe his ears.
"Or entering the Reserves," she inserted on Winter's behalf.
"You're serious? Why? If you don't mind me asking," Whitley wondered.
"I am. And being a career soldier was never part of the dream," Winter stated. "I've already invested twelve years, so going into the Reserves is more toward where I'm leaning in favor of finishing out a twenty year enlistment, but I've wanted more for myself than the military. I'm thinking of getting my Master's, perhaps teaching after."
"Or becoming an author," she inserted proudly and Winter smiled.
"That's.. wow, I'm happy for you, Winter. Who knew the corners of your mouth could turn up in such a way," he teased.
"Thank you, Whitley," Winter smiled still with a roll of her eyes.
"It kind of gives me.. hope? I guess," he confessed. "Inspiration rather. Full disclosure, I'm not completely thrilled to entertain overbearing-father-figure in the latter half of my twenties."
"Don't worry, Whitley," she began to offer. "We can suffer our quarter life crisis together."
"Morbid, Weiss," Whitley feigned much to Winter's amusement.
"Maybe," she shrugged. " But I'd rather avoid the emo like qualities of suffering alone, together."
"Is that a dig?"
"No, its an excavation." A snort from behind a glass of water and both she and Whitley turned to Winter, though one was less amused than the other.
"Don't mind me," Winter said with a wave of her hand.
"I will mind—"
"Oh, perfect timing," Winter stated upon noticing the approaching waitress and much to Whitley's chagrin. The rest of lunch continued much in the same playful and light mood and she found that she was enjoying herself in the company of Winter and Whitley like she hadn't in what felt like ages. When was the last time they had been able to sit down and enjoy themselves and a mood like this, when her and Whitley weren't at odds so fiercely that Winter often had to play mediator to the extent it was just best not to try at all? It was nice, being able to do this again. She took a few seconds to burn this moment, these feeling into her quite consciously. To preserve it. She wanted to never return to that state of relations with Whitley, or Winter, ever again.
Lunch was over far too soon if she was honest with herself, but they bade each other farewell nonetheless. She took the opportunity to message Ruby and let her know that she was free as her and Winter walked back to the car, getting a reply back almost instantly.
'Cool! I'm almost done myself. Feel free to come on by!'
"Could you drop me by Qrow's?"
"The convenience store?"
"Yes. I'm meeting Ruby there. We're going to walk to her place after."
"Can do," Winter confirmed, altering her route slightly so that Qrow's would be on the way to their flat as opposed to after it.
"Thanks," she murmured. She thought she saw the slight shake in Winter's shoulders from laughter, but when she chanced a look she only saw an easy smile firmly planted on her face. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, smiling as she turned back to the window to watch familiar landscapes pass her by. Qrow's was growing ever closer, and as it's proximity to them grew, she was filled with an anticipation, excited to see her friend again. Her best friend. She wondered how excited Ruby would be seeing the shirt she was wearing, wondered about the animated tangent she'd go off on about how much she loved the band. She wondered what her room looked like? She imagined it had a predominately red color palette. So very fitting. She wondered if she'd get the opportunity to meet her sister, wonder what she was like and if she was as vibrant as Ruby. The car slowed at a gas pump in front of Qrow's, their point of arrival lost amongst all the thoughts and musings she was having inside her head. "Thanks again, Winter," she said again as she hopped out, turning her attention to Ruby and a vaguely familiar blonde as Winter tended to the fueling of her car.
"Weiss!" Ruby was beginning to best her own record with how quickly she descended on her every time they met. She was scooped up in a precarious hug that was becoming wonderfully familiar though this time she was less grounded and more elevated as Ruby lifted her slightly and did a half spin before releasing her. "I missed you."
"You don't say," she laughed placing her hands o Ruby's shoulders to keep her still long enough for a proper greeting.
"I do say!" The moment didn't last long as Ruby launched another hug at her, grounding her this time. "Hey Winter!" She turned in time to see Winter waving back to Ruby in greeting as she replaced her gas cap and prepared to depart.
"I'll see you later on, Weiss," she chuckled, a peculiar look in her eye. She waved her sister off before turning back to Ruby.
"Like my shirt?" It took Ruby out two seconds to process what she was seeing, her expression growing with a mixture of awe and surprise each nanosecond.
"すごい！"
"いいね," she tried, eliciting more surprise from the girl still loosely attached to her.
"いいよ！Weiss, I didn't know you liked Andymori. They're one of my favorites. I have all of their albums on CD. We should listen them some when we get to my place!"
"私も大好きが," Ruby's sister inserted as she approached them before she could agree. "後で聴けるね."
"Ah, そうよ. ちょっとあつい," Ruby replied before trailing off and tugging at the neck of her black work shirt.
"Hey Weiss," Ruby's sister greeted her in an accent so very akin to Ruby's, clear from years of using the English language but still lined with the hints of their native tongue. "I'm Yang, Ruby's favorite oneeee-sama," she finished in an elongated and exaggerated way, leading her to believe that Yang was indeed jut as vibrant as Ruby was.
"You're my only older sister," Ruby said poking at Yang's ribs only to be easily dodged.
"Nice to finally meet you," she said with a friendly smile.
"Same, though I feel like I know you already," Yang said. I swear Ruby never stops talking about you."
"Not true!" She rose an amused eyebrow at her best friend. Best friend.. goodness how foreign, yet how incredibly nice those words were. "Okay so it's kind of true, but I think you're pretty great, so I talk about you a lot."
"I can't say I don't do the same," she admitted with a laugh, though if she was being honest with herself, she thought about her more than she talked about her.
"That's the thing, Yang!" Yang laughed. "So many words just to say you liiiike me."
"Cute," Yang inserted setting a blush ablaze on Ruby's face. "Hot Ruby? What are we standing around for then?" Yang's teasing was a little more blatant, but she reminded her of Winter in a pleasant way.
"Yang! You know what? 大した事は無い、ばか！ "
"行こうぜ！" Yang cheered pumping her fist into the air.
"Let's go, Weiss! Follow me! Ha." And before she knew what had transpired, Ruby had grabbed her by the hand and started leading her down the sidewalk away from Qrow's with Yang close behind. "ラ ラ ラ、 ラ ラ ラ、ラ ラ ラ ラー！"
"Follow me!" Yang chimed in before joining Ruby in the second chant.
"ラ ラ ラ、 ラ ラ ラ、ラ ラ ラ ラー！"
"Follow me!"
She was familiar with the chorus they were singing, but most of all she was familiar with the feeling of Ruby's hand in hers, how they felt like matching puzzle pieces, alive with kindred pulses that fluttered against each other excitedly in the palms of their hands. She gripped Ruby's hand tighter, wanting to feel that more, this connection. Ruby looked back a her with a peculiar smile, fond and elated , those beautiful eyes beaming at her in a way that filled her with a different sort of warmth. It was a warmth that made her want to sing. And so she did, joining them in their chorus.
"La la la, la la la, la la la la."
Follow me.
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Author's Notes:
This was getting, or was going to get rather long if I continued on with what remains of the rest of this day. I'm excited for the next chapter as Weiss get more acquainted with Yang and meets Blake, sees where Ruby lives and lays her head at night, and gets more than what she bargained for.
As always, thanks for reading, please look forward to more, and all fireflies received are honored,
Ivel
P.S
Here's that Birth in Reverse playlist:
Birth in Reverse