I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!

To pine on the stem;

Since the lovely are sleeping,

Go, sleep thou with them.

Thus kindly I scatter,

Thy leaves o'er the bed,

Where thy mates of the garden

Lie scentless and dead.

The coastal winds were picking up as the raven-haired woman walked up to the lone figure standing in front of the cliffside memorial.

"Chairwoman Schnee." She bowed to the other woman as she approached. Weiss looked back at the newcomer that had roused her from her deep thoughts.

"Oh stop it, chief security officer Belladonna. You've been my teammate and friend for far, far longer than you were my employee. Besides, didn't you hear? Bianca's my successor as CEO of the SDC." Blake chuckled.

"Isn't that nepotism?" Weiss gave Blake an annoyed look.

"Of course it's nepotism, it's a family business! Whom else to give the chair to other than my oldest daughter?" Blake smiled, then turned her head to look down at the gravestone.

"Hard to believe she's really gone."

"Yeah…"

"Odd how she wanted Crescent Rose to be buried with her though." Weiss snorted.

"Yeah. Once a goofball, always a goofball I suppose." Weiss turned to look at Blake.

"So how's Yang? Still bedridden?" Blake's features hardened a bit.

"Actually… she died the day after Ruby."

"… Oh. I'm sorry for her. How're the girls holding up?"

"Sad that they've lost a mother, but also relieved she won't suffer anymore." Weiss walked over and hugged her teammate.

"I don't think my grandchildren quite grasped what was happening though."

"Understandable. They're still young after all."

"Yeah. They said they liked the 'fireworks' though."

"… Fireworks?" Weiss cocked an eyebrow at this.

"We don't know exactly what happened, but a few seconds after Yang died… her semblance went into overdrive. All that was left after the fact was her prosthetic arm with Penny in and her hospital gown." Weiss smiled fondly.

"Sounds just like something she'd do. Heh, even in death she has to show off."

"That's my Yang. Ever the boisterous show-off." Weiss returned the amused glance Blake gave her.

"Look at us, two old women reminiscing about the good old times. Hard to believe it's been over eighty years since we first met at Beacon."

"How lucky for you your hair was already white back then." Blake shot Weiss a sly grin.

Weiss glared at her friend's coal black mane of hair.

"Meanwhile, you haven't grown a single grey hair at all."

"Mmm."

As Weiss bent down to put a bouquet of white roses on her late team leader's and wife's memorial, Blake had a coughing fit.

"… You okay, Blake? That doesn't sound good, you should go have it checked out." Blake wheezed as she straightened up.

"Yeah, I will. I think I'm coming down with something."

"Come, let's go back to the airship terminal and book a flight back to Atlas."

RUBY ROSE

"THE CRIMSON BLADE"

Since the lovely are sleeping,

Go, sleep thou with them.

AN: This was a little ditty I just had to get outta my system after accidentally waking into one of the saddest posts I've ever encountered on /r/RWBY. I hope you liked reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I do not own RWBY, that's RoosterTeeth and Monty Oum.