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iwillwalk500miles · 3 years
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breaking rules through the power of hugs i guess
White Rose Week: rules + gay panic
Weiss Schnee had rules.
Laws constructed by the hands of her and her family, tattooed into the very essence of her, restricting her very being with their importance. She never thought of breaking them, honestly—it was far easier to simply bend them, to feel a brief discomfort in her actions and thoughts rather than have her entire self shattered by her own lack of discipline.
She wasn’t always quite sure of her own rules regardless, but it felt instinctual at this point—a bite of cold at the base of her spine meant wrong and that was all she needed to know.
Or;
Weiss is gay and also touch starved.
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