12-10-2015, 12:03 PM
The Faunus waited in silence as she waited upon her partner to wake up, simply holding her. And then she heard it, her bow twitching as her feline ears picked up a sound. Yang’s breathing was picking up, and the woman was clearly starting to come to.. ”Yang?!” she asked with a relieved, nearly excited tone, before she yelped ever so slightly, stumbling backwards from the other as she jumped up. As Yang looked at Blake, she would see how the girl was in her completely normal clothing, with the exception that she didn’t have her Gambol Shroud on her back.
Curiously, the faunus eyed at her partner, who only seconds later darted right at her, grasping her by her shoulders, and holding her there firmly. And then came the question, that confused Blake for a moment, before she realized what the other must’ve been thinking. ”I...We...Well, you… You asked me in these exact words; ‘How about a cute little pony?’. It was the White Knight chess piece. I answered to you ‘Sure’, Yang. And then you took the piece. Moments later your little sister, Ruby fell from the sky together with Jaune, after which Nora and Ren rode in on an Ursa. Then Pyrrha arrived, having ran all the way there with a deathstalker on her tail. Finally, Weiss fell down, caught by Jaune before they both crashed into the ground.” the faunus answered in a calm tone of voice, much like Yang had likely learnt to expect from her, offering her explanation to the question as detailed as possible, to eradicate any doubts from her partner about her own realness.
Afterwards, Blake provided a similar question in return, simply to make certain, that this Yang was indeed the one she wished it to be. Neither of them seemed armed with their signature weapons, so if it would come to combat between them, due to Yang being something else, such as a Grimm, Blake wasn’t feeling exactly confident. “What is the name of the book I didn’t put in the bookshelf, when we were first arranging our room? The one I have within my pillow.” The question in itself was rather embarrassing, the girl averting her gaze for just a moment, as a light blush threatened to conquer her cheeks, whilst she simply waited in silence.
Should Yang respond with the correct answer, Blake’s usually expressionless expression would turn into a bright smile, a first in long a while, especially considering how grim the times had been for them. Afterwards, the faunus would take a step closer to the other, before just leaning in against and burying her face into the other’s shoulder in silence.
Curiously, the faunus eyed at her partner, who only seconds later darted right at her, grasping her by her shoulders, and holding her there firmly. And then came the question, that confused Blake for a moment, before she realized what the other must’ve been thinking. ”I...We...Well, you… You asked me in these exact words; ‘How about a cute little pony?’. It was the White Knight chess piece. I answered to you ‘Sure’, Yang. And then you took the piece. Moments later your little sister, Ruby fell from the sky together with Jaune, after which Nora and Ren rode in on an Ursa. Then Pyrrha arrived, having ran all the way there with a deathstalker on her tail. Finally, Weiss fell down, caught by Jaune before they both crashed into the ground.” the faunus answered in a calm tone of voice, much like Yang had likely learnt to expect from her, offering her explanation to the question as detailed as possible, to eradicate any doubts from her partner about her own realness.
Afterwards, Blake provided a similar question in return, simply to make certain, that this Yang was indeed the one she wished it to be. Neither of them seemed armed with their signature weapons, so if it would come to combat between them, due to Yang being something else, such as a Grimm, Blake wasn’t feeling exactly confident. “What is the name of the book I didn’t put in the bookshelf, when we were first arranging our room? The one I have within my pillow.” The question in itself was rather embarrassing, the girl averting her gaze for just a moment, as a light blush threatened to conquer her cheeks, whilst she simply waited in silence.
Should Yang respond with the correct answer, Blake’s usually expressionless expression would turn into a bright smile, a first in long a while, especially considering how grim the times had been for them. Afterwards, the faunus would take a step closer to the other, before just leaning in against and burying her face into the other’s shoulder in silence.
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