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genessia2016-03-19 07:41 pm
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Remnant House
Who:Blake and Remnant House Residents
Where: Remnant House
What:Blake waking up in the morning and having to show her face to people(read that as trying to be spotted right away and failing.)
When: After
this.
Warnings: People might yell at Blake?
Blake's eyes fluttered. It took her brain a few minutes to process where she was. And she almost didn't want to wake up because she was curled against something that was radiating warmth and feeling very comfortable and safe for the first time in the longest time that she could remember. She had not even dreamed.Her eyes slowly opened at focused on Yang's face. She blinked and then colored a little realizing that not only had she crawled closer to her team mate in her sleep but Yang's arm was wound tightly around her.
After several minutes of struggling to disentangle herself from the blond without waking her, she tumbled out of the bed. She was still kind of nervous about showing her face. But she couldn't just hide behind Yang forever. She needed to get to the kitchen and probably to the bathroom too. She planned to get some tea if there was one and then grab and mug of water or juice for Yang. She might be dehydrated from drinking last night.
[ooc: Because there's so many people in Remnant House I kind of scratched my head for a while trying to figure this one out. Basically, feel free to run into Blake anywhere in the house. Or, if you just want to tag with your character's name and have me tag you we can do that. Action and prose are allowed, whatever you want to go with. Might be slow tagger tonight because I'm going out with a friend.]
Where: Remnant House
What:Blake waking up in the morning and having to show her face to people(read that as trying to be spotted right away and failing.)
When: After
this.
Warnings: People might yell at Blake?
Blake's eyes fluttered. It took her brain a few minutes to process where she was. And she almost didn't want to wake up because she was curled against something that was radiating warmth and feeling very comfortable and safe for the first time in the longest time that she could remember. She had not even dreamed.Her eyes slowly opened at focused on Yang's face. She blinked and then colored a little realizing that not only had she crawled closer to her team mate in her sleep but Yang's arm was wound tightly around her.
After several minutes of struggling to disentangle herself from the blond without waking her, she tumbled out of the bed. She was still kind of nervous about showing her face. But she couldn't just hide behind Yang forever. She needed to get to the kitchen and probably to the bathroom too. She planned to get some tea if there was one and then grab and mug of water or juice for Yang. She might be dehydrated from drinking last night.
[ooc: Because there's so many people in Remnant House I kind of scratched my head for a while trying to figure this one out. Basically, feel free to run into Blake anywhere in the house. Or, if you just want to tag with your character's name and have me tag you we can do that. Action and prose are allowed, whatever you want to go with. Might be slow tagger tonight because I'm going out with a friend.]
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"Yang, we're in the middle of the kitchen!" She said that partly because it would never be lived down if someone came and saw them like that and because a distraction from her feeling like a fool would be welcome.
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At the mention of their current room situation, Yang peers about briefly before shrugging and gaining a shit-eating grin on her face that spells trouble.
"Alright, we'll go ahead and fix that." And unless Blake does something, Yang's going to be wrapping her arm around the girl's waist and back and hefting her over the blonde's shoulder to carry her back to their bedroom.
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"Wha - " And then suddenly she had a great view of the blond's backside. The girl is actually hauling her away. With one arm. Blake can hardly even sputter out an indignant remark for the disbelief.
But it looks like at least they're leaving the kitchen before Blake can do anything else embarrassing.
And we probably should talk about...this.
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Plus she got a nice view of your backside too, so you know, balance of views and all that.
Once they're back in Yang's room, Blake's going to be set down on the bed while Yang sits on the edge, reaching over to her dresser to grab a brush and start taming her hair.
She's got curly hair, it's a long process and might as well do some of it while she waits for Blake to possibly recover from her embarrassment.
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She had thought about Yang a lot when she'd been traversing Remnant alone. She thought she'd grown accustomed to the silence....but all it had done for her was remind her that there was a hole in her life that used to be filled with warmth and laughter and someone she had grown accustomed to being able to talk to. She had assumed a lot of it was her conscience. She blamed herself for what happened to Yang and still did. She wanted so many times to write a letter at least and send it. Explaining, apologizing, asking how the other was. But she had ended up balling it up every time. If she really was marked by the White Fang it was only a matter of time. She would have to run forever until the day she could actually handle Adam and some days the guilt of what her actions had led to left her so torn up that she just wished he'd come and finish her off. And besides, she was sure Yang hated her. They probably all did now. Those were what her thoughts were like. She wouldn't much blame them. She hated herself. All she could ever do was run.
She missed her friends and wondered about them constantly but she could contact none of them. In a way, he'd gotten what he wanted. She'd separated herself from all she loved.
Which brought her back to her current thoughts. Blake had always been fine alone. She got lonely sometimes, but she wasn't unhappy with her own company. But being kissed like that again, yes again, because she had had a good relationship once before, at least in the beginning and it reminded her that when it was someone who cared about you, someone who actually understood and accepted who you were , everything else you experienced felt cheapened without them. So then, the whole time, had she been feeling like that about the blond and just repressing it like so many other times in her life? She didn't have experience making out with a whole lot of people but she doubted that a reaction that strong happened with someone unless there was something else beneath the surface. Blake most certainly didn't show the side of herself she'd shown in the kitchen to everyone and she hadn't even noticed right away she was doing it.
She reached over and softly stroked at some stray locks of gold hair.
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Stroke down, pull away, stroke down, pull away. Slowly undo the knots, try not to break any strands, stroke down, pull away.
And it wasn't really working. The blonde was still abuzz with thoughts. Then again, when was the last time she really let herself go like she did last night? Even when she was drunk in those clubs, she never openly flirted and pressed herself like that. Gods, could she have been any more stereotypical party blonde in that moment?
As her hair is gently stroked, Yang looks back at her partner, a slightly somber look on the girl's face as she stared back into those amber eyes. How did Blake really feel about it, now that she thought of it. Was she just going along simply to make Yang happy? Or did Blake really have feelings for her deep down that she was slowly drawing out of the girl?
Well she couldn't really just come out and ask, so instead the blonde turned the brush around, holding it out handle-first to Blake. "Want to help me brush my hair? I'll brush yours right after."
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But first, she set the brush down and used her hands to gently pulled it all to the back then slowly trailing her hands through it, mindful of the knots.Then she took a section and started gingerly working through it. Blake had read a story once about someone that could spin draw into gold. This is what spun gold would look like.
Blonde is really almost to unpoetic a word for it, she thought.
Yang's hair was the stuff the probably based princess's hair off of.....except Yang would bust out the tower and imprison the dragon there instead. Or make bad puns at it until it flew away. She felt a grin coming on at the thought and stifled a laugh.
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If Yang knew what Blake was thinking, the girl would have snorted softly in amusement. She was definitely no princess, that was closer to Weiss' domain. She'd still be really flattered though, especially from someone like Blake.
Yang could tell something was up as she tilted her head behind her, looking back to stare right into Blake's eyes again. "Hmm? Something up, Blake?"
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"Nothing," Blake said a little too quickly. "Just ah,admiring your hair."
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"What else about me do you admire?" That teasing grin's back, as Yang probes Blake for her feelings lightly (As lightly as Yang punching an Ursa in the face). "Come on, you can tell me the truth."
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Blake stopped talking. She had just called Yang beautiful. She decided to start brushing again. "A-anyway! Poor dragon, right?"
She was going to stop talking and just brush.
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Her laughing died down slowly as she stayed silent for a bit. Unsure of what to say, she decided to blurt the first thing in her mind.
"B-but I bet if I had a cute prince like you I'd let you rescue me!"
Damn, damn, damn! That was not the words she wanted to say. Wanted, sure, but to just say it to the girl who may or may not actually reciprocate her feelings?! Sometimes Yang wondered if being blonde actually did make her say stupid things.
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And Princes usually did better than running away. In the stories, the prince didn't fail the princess.
"I wouldn't make a very good prince," Blake said, quietly, suddenly concentrating hard on task at hand.
Not a very good prince at all. A prince that could only lie on the ground while the princess got maimed and the villain won.
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Yang twitches her lips lightly as she turned around to face her partner. The blonde gave the girl a stare for a few seconds as a frown slowly creased itself on her face.
"Blake...just because you don't see it, doesn't mean you're not a prince. A prince doesn't have to be someone strong, or someone faultless or noble." Leaning close, Yang slowly captures Blake's lips in a gentle kiss before pulling back.
"You're my prince because you saved me from Adam and because I want you to be."
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Blake's eyes unwillingly landed on Yang's stump. Saved? Maybe. But it didn't change that something terrible had happened and she had been powerless to stop it. All she had been able do was plead. Plead for Yang to go, plead for Adam to stop. She had seen that scene repeat itself so many times in her head by now and gone over so many things she wished she'd have done.
Tears welled up in the corner of her eyes at Yang's words. She looked down so that the other girl wouldn't see. "I should have stopped him," she whispered.
The words were out before she could think better of it.
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Yang's eyes narrow as she pushes Blake back onto the bed, letting her climb on top so she could make sure Blake was focused on her as she talked. "Just like how you stopped his sword with your stomach? You couldn't beat him back then, just face it. He cut through me in one move. It wasn't like we were actually at his level of strength."
Resting her forehead against Blake's, Yang sighed softly. "I don't blame you for what happened to my arm. Adam could have and was going to do worse until you saved me. Don't go beating yourself up for something that wasn't your fault. My prince shouldn't take the blame for things she isn't at fault for."
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One of the tears at the corner of her eyes spilled over. "But I ended up that way because I didn't want to fight him in the first place." Yang was the first and possibly the only person she had ever admitted this to. "If my heart had been in it,well I still might have lost, but I'll never know. I...I didn't want to have to hurt someone I'd been on the same side with and my fighting was sloppy and hesitant and I was overpowered because I couldn't be strong enough to deal with that fact that the person I was facing wasn't the person I knew anymore."
She closed her eyes. Prince? If it had been any other situation she'd be looking at Yang in apprehension and wondering if this would stick. 'Prince Blake' indeed.
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I'm not asking you to never be willing to back down, or to even kill Adam. I just want you to understand that you can't keep blaming yourself like this. Next time, we'll fight him and we'll win, together. Until then we just need to train and get stronger."
And yes Yang will fight with one arm if she has to. She could probably get a mechanical arm anyway.
IN a less serious time, Yang would definitely be teasing Blake about the whole Princess and Prince thing, but right now, the blonde's just going to move to the side to rest next to the faunus, tugging Blake in to cuddle with.
"You're not to be blamed, so don't blame yourself. Things happen."
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In response to Yang's statement, she looped an arm over the girl's waist and closed her eyes pressing into the other for solace. She lay there soaking in the fact that her partner had never hated her, never blamed her like she had feared. And maybe, finally, there was a little crack opening in the armor of self-blame that would at least accept Yang's forgiveness if not her own.
"Can we stay like this for a little while?" she asked in small voice.
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At Blake's question, the blonde smiled a little wider, planting a soft kiss on her partner's forehead as she settled in. "Sure. I don't mind sleeping in a little longer."