Troubled Roses and Warm Snow
Weiss was in a deep slumber, her chest raising and sinking in time with her relaxed sleep. Then, a sound began to stir the heiress. It was a soft, indistinct sound. Opening her eyes only revealed the pitch that was the team's bunks. Annoyance flashed across the Schnee's mind.
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Weiss's mind was foggy and annoyed. She tried her best to put the sounds to a name or a source. It was coming from above her. From her partner's bunk, Ruby's bunk. "What was that dolt doing?" mumble whispered to herself, laced with annoyance. Then the sound found her ears again and finally clicked to what it was. Sobbing and not just sobbing. Sobbing that was only done when there was nothing else you could do. All you can do is cry against your will when all you want to do is just stop.
Wiess knew this because she had done it often trapped in her family's manor. The heiress's heat sank into her chest. What could possibly make her partner do this, the same one that could charge monsters ten times her size and smile? The same one that was such a dauntless beacon of joy and bravery?
Then another racked whimper reached her before Wiess knew what she was doing. She had pulled herself up Ruby's bunk along with all the sounds that entailed. Her pale blue orbs peeked over the bunk's lip, only to be met with Ruby's silver ones. She could make them out and how wide they were even in the dark. Eyes that usually remind Wiess of molten silver or mercury. Now, it felt like blocks of cold, scared silver. Wiess stared for a small moment. She had never seen her this small. Ruby's own stared right back, terrified.
This is not what her eyes should look like. It was threatening Wiess's own eyes to fill with tears. She bit them back. NO, Ruby needed comfort, not more tears to be added. Wiess let a few words fall from her mouth, carrying more sincerity than anything she might have said in years, "Do you want me to join you?" Ruby's eyes went even wider like silver discs. The brunette gave Wiess a tiny nod.
Wiess lifted herself into the bunk. Her partner scooched over just enough for the both of them to fit. The heiress gave her a soft, gentle smile before Weiss could say anything. The smaller girl buried her face into Wiess's chest, wrapping her hands around the older girl's back, hugging Wiess and turning into a ball as she did. Then the sobbing came back, and Wiess felt wet tears stain her. She did not hesitate to deepen the hug. A hand rubbed her back, and the other played through Ruby's hair.
Then Wiess sang gently, a lullaby that her mother would sing to if she could not sleep before the wine stole that mother from her. With her voice, the small shaking form finally stopped. All that came from her were gentle, relaxed breaths of sleep. Wiess joined her not long after the two girls' bodies entangled in safety.