The Bloodstained Rose

What are we really?

The sweet scent of gardenias, primroses, and wisteria entered Weiss' bedroom window as the new summer breeze brought it in. The pages of the journal in her hand ruffled with the breeze flowing in her room. Weiss looked up and met eyes with Ruby who watched her from her windowsill, a small smile on her lips. 

"What?" Weiss asked, wondering what on this Earth was Ruby staring her at for.

The huntress shrugged with a little smile on her lips before turning away and leaving Weiss to continue her reading but, that's not what she wants her to do. How were they supposed to get better with each other? After breaking Weiss' trust...It was going to be hard to gain it back again. They were fragile, like a wound freshly cut.

Other than the distant sounds of the city, their night in the home was quiet and peaceful. Ruby thought of things they can do during the break since the semester is over but the impending danger that someone might target them for the death of Adam Taurus is not helping her think.

"You've been reading your family's journals for weeks now, Weiss. Perhaps you should take a break." Ruby suggested with a soft voice. Weiss looked up at her with slight disbelief in her eyes.

"I have been trying to figure out what...who in our line knows what to do with these powers. I don't know how to use them and you've seen what I can do--" Weiss replied, her voice slightly shaking as the thought of her killing someone with her magic slowly made her terrified once more.  The color of life she takes out of pure rage, watching the life of a person leave their eyes--It's not something one can remove from their minds easily or ever.

Ruby got off the windowsill and took the heiress' hands off the books and in her own, kneeling beside her seat to give her as much comfort as she can give to her, to support as much as she is allowed to. "Hey, hey...Shhh...Breathe.." Ruby softly chided. "Breathe in~" Weiss shakily did as Ruby told her, taking her hands and holding them together. The brunette looked up in the girl's eyes to hold her attention, distracting her to whatever thoughts have invaded her mind. 

"That's it, now relax...Breathe out." Ruby knew that this might not help at all but if there was a chance that it did, she wanted to at least try. Trying is better than not trying at all. After a while with Weiss, she has learned that every effort is recognized even if it fails or is simple. When you think Weiss wasn't looking, she does. 

Weiss did a few breathing exercises but it was hard to remove the image. Red blood. Red tipped hair. Red blade. Red. That cursed color was going to haunt her for the rest of her life. 

She opened her eyes and realized that she was staring at Ruby Rose closely that she can see the details in her eyes, how fluffy Ruby's lashes were, her skin so pale and smooth, her cheeks slightly pink, lips a little dry from sitting the window, her hair a little longer than when she first met her. This girl is the definition of red in every sense but how? How can she not be bothered by this?

Ruby has red all over her, she is the definition of the color itself. A vampire as a huntress, what can match better than that? But how come? How come she doesn't fear Ruby? How come her type of crimson was different from that one she has witnessed the other night?

Hers was the type of red you'll see with the dying embers of a fire, warm, the exact type that you will be delighted to see. Red, just like roses in summer, like sweet red wine that one can indulge in, and like love's furry and beauty. Weiss wasn't nervous with that side of the color which confused her.

The heiress has been staring at Ruby as her thoughts passed through like a train in a rush. Upon realizing that she was, she turned to the floor to avert her gaze and to hide her flushed cheeks. She's been avoiding talking or any kind of conversation with Ruby because she had quite some words she can tell her. It made her feel pathetic that she was afraid to talk to anyone after what had happened.