A Beacon of Hope in a Castle of Ice.

Wants, Wishes, and Weiss.

            Ever since my trip to Vale with Weiss two days ago (Wednesday) there's been a weird air about her. She's been so focused on her classes, which is of course how Weiss is, but she's been on top of them more so than usual. We spend our nights studying and doing homework, escaping from the room a little bit – primarily to escape Yang's sight – and have short breaks together by either going to the roof and enjoying the view, or sitting at the fountain in the main courtyard of Beacon. She still spends time with me, but I feel as if I am not getting my daily dose of Weiss. When I take note of it, I really don't notice anything different, but my sixth sense screams at me that Weiss has been spending less time with me even if it is just by the second.

             It shouldn't bother me at all. Weiss is a naturally distant person, and even then she has shown me more of her in these last five days than she has during our entire first semester together. I always thought I knew Weiss very well (Personality wise anyway, she refused to speak of her personal life with me, and I did not make any attempts to pry for that matter) but with that hidden side of her, I have been learning more about the softer version of Weiss. How she likes to snuggle with me after we first get back to the room before we study. The way she places her hand on the bench during our classes and waits for me to put my hand on hers, and if I don't I get such a scolding, but with what she is scolding me over it becomes hard to not smile.

             It is Friday night. Blake left the room about 15 minutes ago, and Weiss left about 5 minutes ago after giving me a gentle, french kiss. She's been finding all my little weaknesses and memorizing them; the most obvious one being my love for cookies. She knows how I feel when she pulls me on top of her just so we can look into each other's eyes. The way she caresses my cheek with her cold fingers, and whispers her sweet words of affection to me. To anybody outside of Teams RWBY and JNPR we have appeared to be the same duo. Me: the hyperactive, red-hooded leader. Weiss: the easily annoyed Ice Queen. It's not like we make it a point to hide our relationship but it's become somewhat of an unspoken agreement between us. We avoid the super romantics and save it for when we make it back to the dorm room, or go to the little island in the Emerald Forest that I brought Weiss to the day after we started dating.

            I miss Weiss already. I wanted to follow her, but she made me stay here to do stupid algebra. I swear whoever invented algebra didn't get the memo that X is not a number!

            "Ruby!"

            I jump, knocking my math book off of the bed and gazing over across the room to Yang who is looking at me with a rather annoyed look. She's wearing a pair of black boy shorts, and one of her orange tank tops. Over her left shoulder I can see her yellow bra-strap slightly from underneath the shirt, but I guess its fine since she already showered, meaning she won't be leaving the room for the rest of the night. As for me, I'm in my usual 'Ruby Rose' attire as I like to call it. My standard red and black outfit, although I unclipped my cape since it was getting in my way while I was trying to write, and my favorite combat boots are sitting by the doorway.

            "Sheesh, I've been calling you for like the longest. Why do you look so down? Don't tell me it's 'cause Ice Queen left."

             "Then I won't tell you." I sigh, climbing down from my rope-hung bed to gather my book and place it on my mattress.

            "Ruby, you are getting to have an unhealthy obsession with Weiss. I mean . . . look at you! You're like a lovesick puppy."

            "I know."

            I groan and hang my head. Yang is right, but I've never felt like this before. I first found out I liked girls during my sophomore year at Signal, and that didn't go too well. Yang spent every other day threatening someone for making fun of me, or knocking people halfway across the halls. Normally she would have been suspended several times over, but nobody had the guts to snitch on her. Eventually the staff figured it was Yang when some boy got a broken jaw, and that same day Yang went to class with a makeshift cast of her own creation to hold together a fractured hand, but he didn't say a word about it. Thinking about it now, if I never came out the closet in Signal, Yang's right cross wouldn't be what it is today.