the room had finally gone quiet. everyone had decided to sleep or passed out. as celebration drew to a close. weiss still ran on the pure joy of being in the presence of people she trusted...out of harm’s way, not kidnapped or being attacked by grimm. sitting on the couch, she gazed across to see yang doing the same. dazed expressions visited both girls as they ruminated on the day’s events. clearing her throat, crystalline hues darted to the floor.
❝ you do know that, you don’t have to hold it in ? ❞ blinking, she sighed as she moved across the room still in her dirtied dress. the flame puncher was dealing with something — of course she was ? weiss had seen rage &. anger back at the camp. something reminiscent of her father’s wrath &. that scared her. lose strands of silver fell into her line of vision as she tilted her head towards her friend. ❝ the anger, the sadness. just tell someone about it. i don’t like that it’s eating you alive. ❞ roseate lip moved side to side as she chewed on it. concern shrouded her for the dragon spirited girl. the last thing she wanted was for her teammate, her friend to crash &. burn just because she kept running from herself.
@ceaseburn pc.
