Fics like I once believed love would be burning red (But it's golden)

It’s Weiss. It’s still Weiss, but suddenly it’s Weiss of the beautiful laugh, Weiss of the soft, steady hands, Weiss of the photographable minutes. She wants to climb inside and hold her, wants to wrap her up in her cloak and keep her warm, wants to preserve every freeze frame of her being happy, develop it into a picture, and kiss it every night before bed. I don’t want to leave you, she thinks, and it’s extraordinary, the ache that crawls up her bones at the thought of having to say goodbye. And on the heels of that damning thought comes another. Oh no. This is bad. Weiss smiles at her, and she has no idea of the explosion that’s just taken place, has no idea of the fault line that has now split Ruby’s days into a before and an after. Or: Ruby falls into the void, moves into the Schnee mansion, and falls in love.

Fics like I once believed love would be burning red (But it's golden)

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