me thinking abt weiss hugging klein then hugging yang then ruby+yang then winter
........ weiss was hardly hugged as a child and that’s why she loves hugs i just made myself sad pls come hug weiss,,
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me thinking abt weiss hugging klein then hugging yang then ruby+yang then winter
........ weiss was hardly hugged as a child and that’s why she loves hugs i just made myself sad pls come hug weiss,,
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i think this was the hc meme. / anon.-
she was exhausted. practicing her summoning took so much out of her - but as the days went on, it seemed like less and less. she was getting stronger, yes, but it was only delaying the depletion of her energy. she sits at her desk, lithe fingers wrapped around a porcelain cup, warmth of its contents keeping her feeling a bit of comfort.
glacial hues glance up at a few folders, a few books. she reaches for a scrapbook, lowering it on her desk and looking over its contents.
flower petals. different shapes, colors, textures. there were so many different types of flowers in her mother’s garden, she loved so much to collect them and show them to mother. in fact, her mother inspired her to save her favorites. from all over atlas she has saved different flowers, and while her father thought it to be a waste of time and childish, weiss was glad klein was able to keep this safe for her.
there was an empty page, near the front. petals once belonged there, more than likely, but now it was barren. she thinks for a moment, fingers tapping against the plastic of the page’s protecting screen, before moving back and forth between pages.
only minutes pass, before she sits upright with an accomplished smile. fingers graze over each petal that now adorned this page - red rose petal, white lily, purple verbena, and yellow sunflower.
weiss hates her birthday.
before beacon, before wanting to become a huntress, it was always whatever she wanted. as a child, she got anything and everything for her birthday. but she got older. mom stopped making her cakes. dad hardly got her a card. winter was at the academy, whitley became bitter.
that only left klein. so, going into her teens, it was just. klein, making her a platter of her favorite cupcakes.
for a long time she just forgot when her birthday came around. it just was another painful memory she tried to forget, another day.