#glypheborn

[canefought]

glypheborn replied to your post: just. gives him the MOST disappointed look. a mix...

“it’s hard when you’re all being so gross and obscene!”

“ perhaps you should follow miss rose’s lead and ignore it. “

[dispetal]

            “--WHAT    is    your    favorite    WIZARD    SWEAR?”

                          @glypheborn​​​                             it’s familiar. 

[waverise]

what’s the difference between a matador and a materlov?

          “oh, gods–what’s a materlov.”

[sunstide]

“have you heard of, um... henway?”

          “YES. A HEN WEIGHS ABOUT TWO AND A HALF POUNDS DON’T COME FOR ME ICE QUEEN THIS IS MY REALM.” 

[metalpetals-a]

@glypheborn / plotted starter.

It’d taken quite a bit of string-pulling to set this up,  so  ---  well,  no,  okay.  Ruby was lying.  All she’d really had to do was call Yang and spend more than three or four minutes telling her how she was doing before she was able to crinkle some Dust station receipts for 3 lien candy bars up to her scroll and pull the ole’,  “ Arghh!  Nooo,  I’m breaking up!  Fare thee well,  sister! ”  routine on her. 

Point being made was that string(s) :  pulled.  Weiss  :  located.  Surprise  :  scheduled.  Ruby Rose  :  here. 

She sits up on top of one of the Vale headquarter’s conference room tables,  swinging her dusty boots back and forth as Midas looks up at her expectantly.  Any second now,  that assistant she’d been chatting with earlier is supposed to be flagging ‘ Miss Schnee ’  down before she can escape from the administrative dregs of the SDC and telling her she has just one more last minute meeting.  

A faint smirk quirks Ruby’s mouth up as she taps impatiently against the table,  right next to a bag of takeout.  She’d told the assistant to come up with the name of whatever manager Weiss despised the most and tell her it was that who was here to see her. 

Should she feel bad for the prank?  ...Nah.  And if Ruby pretended to,  it would just be because it was better than feeling bad for the months it’d been since she’d been by to see her own partner. 

[metalpetals-a]

unprompted / always accepting !!

@glypheborn​ said  :     there’s a quiet moment between the two. icy blues look across at her leader, her partner. a hand reaches out, fingers gently trailing through the beautiful mess of black and red. “... your hair looks really good like this. figures you’d be able to pull off a messy look and make it look good.” small smile tugs at ex-heiress’ lips. hand moves down to grasp hers. “i like it.”

“ Weiss! ”  comes the snickered objection,  Ruby tilting her head out of the way as if her partner’s gentle touch shares any similarities with Yang’s noogies.  “ You’re messing it up! ”  But even as she says so,  her eyes crinkle with her smile as she catches sight of Weiss’s own.  

(  With so many months once spent vying for her attention,  her approval,  her happiness  ---  each glimpse of it never fails to send Ruby’s mood that much higher.  )

Silver widens then,  surprise flashing clearly across her face as she finds her best friend’s hand suddenly in hers.  Ruby glances down,  then back up,  then down again as she hesitates for a moment,  before simply accepting the confusing gesture as-is.  “ Aw,  heh,  thanks, ”  she says with a wide,  lopsided grin.  “ I like your braid too.  Very Weiss.  ”

[soultimed]

@glypheborn​ replied to your post “        the school’s waffle supply? his.”

"... may i have one?"

         hands her the g o o d s --

[auramoved]

“... i was so scared. so... so mortified.” she’s recalling the bodies she discovered in the abandoned farm. it still stuck with her... such a horrible fate. those poor people. her hands tremble, and she forces them still by squeezing the fabric of her dress. eyes squeeze shut, tears threaten to fault. “they died in their sleep, and sometimes... i can’t sleep either. i’m afraid of sleeping, because i think of them... a-and i can’t... i can’t sleep, and i-“ she cant keep up the facade. she breaks.

@glypheborn.   unprompted.   always accepting.

there had been a lot to process over the last few hours. news of an unauthorized ship landing, finding out it had been weiss on it, brought to the general’s office in cuffs like a common criminal. jacques hadn’t told her a single thing about weiss leaving  —  running away, winter’s hand reflexively curling into a fist at the thought  —  and having to find out this way had put the specialist on edge.   you could’ve been hurt, you could’ve been killed !   the fear had finally broken it’s damn and bled into harsh words before weiss had silenced it all with arms tight around her elder sister.

now there was a moment alone for the sisters, away from weiss’s team and the general and the ace ops. winter took that moment to truly take in just how much baby sister had changed, how much she had blossomed now truly free of their gilded cage. free in a way winter could never truly be. good, that was all winter had wanted for her. ever since the day she had left the mansion.

as eldest schnee had sat and listened, crystalline gaze intent while regaled with the tales of sister and team rwby alike. how they had reunited, began to make their way to argus. the train. the farm. winter felt her stomach roll in revulsion at the image conjured, poor souls long dead, slipped away in their sleep. weiss had to fight the worst of monsters that roamed their home, but winter had found there was always something innately and intimately more horrifying in human deaths. the way weiss trembles, and struggles not to break, has winter reaching out with hands gentle atop younger sister’s, coming to kneel in front of her.

❝ weiss. ❞   you will get past this. you’re so strong, stronger than i could ever be. words are stilled on her tongue as the dam finally gives way and weiss breaks, tears hot as they slipped down her cheeks. the way younger schnee seems to almost curl in on herself. winter doesn’t speak at first, only tugs weiss down into waiting arms, almost like they were children again and winter was protecting her from errant nightmares that meant weiss couldn’t sleep. with weiss curled against her, tears wetting the collar of her uniform, winter only hushed her softly with a hand coming to cup the back of her head, other arm keeping weiss close.   ❝ i’m here for you. you’re safe now, weiss. trust me. ❞