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Dear Ruby Rose,
I hope this letter finds you well
I miss
I am writing in hopes to get my thoughts out. If I’m completely honest I doubt that I would ever send this to you. I fear you would be far too overjoyed over the many corrections that will likely be made to it.
And it might be the most personal thing I would ever say to you and while I trust you a great deal, I don't know how ready I am to bear my soul.
But Klein recommended that I at least write to you like you were here and like I was ready to show my full soul so here we are.
I can't deny, it at least feels…nice to at least act like I'm speaking with you again.
I miss you terribly.
I miss the whole team terribly. I miss Beacon and all the shenanigans the four of us would get up to (majorly of your doing), with JNPR occasionally joining.
My home Schnee Manor is awfully quiet. Far more silent than I remember. Or maybe I just got used to the noise you and Yang would get up to that makes the echoes in the empty halls ring louder than ever before.
It honestly unnerves me more now than it did when I was growing up. The silence was the standard back then but now it is unnatural.
I thought I knew what it meant to yearn because of that silence when I was growing up.
I had yearned for a family for years. Yearned for love and unconditional support. Yearned for a chance to show that I was more than Weiss Schnee, second daughter and heiress to the Schnee Dust Company. Yearned for the day someone would greet me with open arms that would be my safe place. Yearned for the smile on my face to be my own. Yearned for freedom.
And I got all that and more at Beacon.
It was more than I could ever imagine. Sometimes I feel that I wasn’t even deserving of it all.
And then it was all lost. And I began to yearn anew.
I yearn for Team RWBY’s company again… How I yearn for our dorm and our team names and even our inadequate bunk beds. Yearn for Yang's awful puns and Blake’s miniscule reactions to her raunchy books, but none of that yearning compares to the kind I feel for you.
At first I assumed it was the same as the others.
That I was grieving the place I just lost. Missing the first friends that I ever had that cared about me and just me. Missing the partner that taught me that I could rely on someone. That loneliness wasn’t something that would permanently stay etched into my very existence.
But it only grew stronger with every passing day.
Until it dawned on me that I never truly knew yearning until I was separated from you.
Not Team RWBY (even though I love Blake and Yang dearly). Not Beacon.
But you, Ruby Rose.
I yearned for you.
I yearned for your laugh and smile. For your red hood heroically flowing in the wind as you lead us. Your sweet tooth. Your kindness. Your determination. Your warmth. Just everything.
And more than that, I think I fell in love with you.
I, Weiss Schnee, love you , Ruby Rose.
I love you more than a thousand songs I could sing. More than massive amounts of lien the company could make. More than how much I wish I could have stayed by your side during the fall. That I wasn’t separated from you.
I wish I could list all the reasons for why I fell for you but I fear that even my extensive vocabulary would fail at such a task. You are more than words could even describe and no mere letter could ever encapsulate that.
You saw me. You comforted me. You were patient with me even when I was the least deserving person of such kindness in any room.
My rotten attitude may have deterred you at first but you still pushed through the layers and layers of frigid ice that I didn’t even realize was slowly melting away.
And it was with all that kindness that started to allow me to develop, to create the freedom I so desperately wanted from my gilded cage. My wings were spread. I could now soar thanks to your guidance. (Even though I was the one to tutor you, I felt like you have taught me much more than the reverse.)
I suppose that’s why I felt the need to talk with you right now…
I’m no longer the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, Ruby. That right has been stripped from me by my father.
I feel so lost. I lost Beacon. I lost the team. I lost you. And now, I lose that.
It makes me feel so alone. Lonelier than I had been before meeting you and the others. It’s likely because I now know what warmth feels like that make the cold bite much harsher.
Nonetheless, I already spilled tears over it and I refuse to spill anymore. My heart aches but I need to continue on. I need to push forward. It’s what you would do and it would do me right to follow my leader’s example.
So push on I shall. Sharpen my dulling senses. Add new skills to my arsenal (I’m very sure the development in my semblance would excite you.) And escape. There’s nothing here for me anymore, not with you, Yang and Blake out there.
I think the only thing for me to do would be to return to the team. Return to you. So that will be my goal.
If I’m no longer Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company then I will be Weiss Schnee, Huntress and member of Team RWBY.
That's all I can do and no one can take that away from me.
I believe that by your side is where I’m needed most anyways.
Thank you, Ruby. It seems that even just writing to you has helped. Honestly, I should have expected it seeing as it's you.
Best regards,
With more love than I ever thought I could muster,
Weiss Schnee
P.S. I love you, Ruby Rose. And I cannot wait to be reunited and fighting by your side once more.
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Ruby clutched the sheets of paper like a lifeline. She needed to loosen her grip or she would rip the pretty, loopy writing of her partner. Some of her tears had already made parts of the paper weaker and she couldn’t have this piece of paper destroyed.
Gone.
Never to return.
Unlike her partner, who would surely come back.
This letter that she wrote at her loneliest wouldn’t be the last thing she had of her, Ruby was sure.
This was where she admitted her love to Ruby and Ruby’s heart soared every time she reread that line. She felt the same way all that time while she was on the road with RNJR. Sure, she didn’t understand more of the fancier words that Weiss used but she understood the general idea.
Weiss loved her. Weiss loves her.
And Ruby hasn’t had the chance to tell her that she loves Weiss. That she also wants to spend everyday with her. Growing stronger and happier together. Wanted to see that soft smile that always looked at Ruby so fondly every single day since seeing it the first time.
Every time she saw that smile, Ruby felt lighter than when she even used her semblance.
Sure it had been over a week since she last saw it, but she was sure she would get to see it in the future soon. Very soon because Weiss would return.
She was shaking. She needed to stop shaking. If she didn’t stop shaking she might rip the letter. She could not rip this letter.
Imagine how mad Weiss would be at her if she found out that Ruby ripped such a personal piece of information, even if it would be an accident.
Though she would already be angry with Ruby for even reading the letter in the first place. She did say in the beginning of the letter that she may not have been ready for Ruby to read it.
But it was just so enticing when Raven of all people had offered the letter addressed to her. When Raven said that her tribe had apparently been holding onto it since the time they kidnapped Weiss and found it in her luggage, Ruby just needed to have her hands on it. It was something from Weiss. She didn't have a lot of things from Weiss. Weiss had most of her other things with her so Ruby had nothing personal to cling onto while she was still missing.
She was upset, thinking the bandit had read the letter addressed specifically for her. Especially since it was something written by her beloved partner. Raven reassured her she didn’t but Ruby took anything she said with a grain of salt, even if she was helping the war council.
Raven gave her the letter that morning. Now, the sun was finally starting to set. She had no idea how many times she read the letter. But every time she read it, she swore she could almost hear her voice. Every fanciful loop matched the melody of Weiss’ voice. Every scratched out word was like she was muttering under her breath.
She was crying again. She folded up the letter to hold in her left hand while wiping away the tears with her right.
She understood Weiss’ words greatly.
She thought she knew what it felt like to yearn. Yearn for her mom, yearn for a life as a Huntress, yearn to keep those she loved safe. But she had never yearned as hard as she did now.
Never had she yearned so badly for anything the way she did for Weiss. To hear her soft chuckles or sharp responses. To see her dance on the battlefield like a bird of prey in flight. To have her smile at her like she always did while they held a conversation with just their eyes.
Never had she yearned to tell Weiss that her feelings were returned. And feared that she may never get the chance to now.
She loves Weiss Schnee so much.
Maybe she could write a letter in return. Make sure Weiss knows there’s an answer to her pouring out her soul.
But for now, she reopened the letter and poured over the words once more wishing for nothing more than to hear them spoken. To know Weiss was by her side, because without her, she was starting to feel a little lost too.