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Entry tags: | rwby: weiss schnee, rwby: yang xiao long |
There’s this girl. Woman, really.
Who: Freezerburn
What: Mark comparisons and some vulnerable talking
When: Recent
Where: Yang’s
Ratings/Warnings: PG
Status: Complete
Yang couldn’t explain the connection she felt to Weiss. It wasn’t that Weiss was insanely hot (she was but that wasn’t it) or that she felt as though she’d fallen in love with her or anything.
But she knew her. On some level and in some way, she knew Weiss. Like she knew her sister. Like they were all supposed to know each other, and that there were some very important people missing from her life.
It was absolutely bonkers, but it was how she felt.
And it was one of the reasons she wanted to see this mark on Weiss’s back, and let Weiss see hers.
One of the other reasons was to make sure she wasn’t actually insane. But it did feel weirdly intimate…
She pushed the thoughts out of her mind and finished cleaning the living room of the apartment she shared with Ruby.
The apartment complex was so much nicer than the extended stay that Weiss was staying at. She'd been looking forward to spending the evening with Yang before she'd shown up of course, but the fact that she was about to spend at least one night in a safe place made it all feel that much better.
Weiss climbed the stairs with a newfound spring in her step, and went to tap her knuckles against the door. It creaked open, though she didn't hear Yang on the other side.
She poked her head through the door. "Hello?" The face of a corgi looked up at her from the tile. "Uhm... nice... puppy?"
Zwei barked once, waggling his nubby little tail while staring up at her with the biggest widest puppy eyes ever conceived.
Yang looked up, grinning when she saw Weiss. It was good to see her, especially after the whole… falling in love craziness. Which she probably shouldn’t be retroactively jealous about, “Whatever you do, don’t fall for it. He’s sneaky.”
"Awww, but how could something so fluffy possibly be so sneaky?" Weiss asked, having definitely already fallen for it. She reached down with one hand to pat the corgi's head and fluff at his ears for a moment.
It felt familiar, in some way. She had no idea why, since her family had never, ever, had any pets. Not even a goldfish.
"Who's a good boy? Is it you?" She fluffed the dog's ears one more time before realising she was acting extremely out of character. There had already been enough of that over the weekend. Her cheeks flushed a bit and she raised herself back up, smoothing out her skirt in the process.
Weiss shut the door, and then held up a tote back in her hand. "I brought... wine and snacks. I have no idea if you DO wine and snacks, but... I didn't want to come empty handed."
"He's too clever for his own good," Yang assured her. But she liked the way Weiss had reacted to Zwei. It was adorable.
Not that she'd say that to the bombshell's face.
"I do snacks, and wine on occasion." She'd never been a heavy drinker, but she'd never abstained either. That would have been too hard in the navy anyway, "You can set them down on that table."
Yang rubbed the back of her neck, glancing around to make sure nothing embarrassing was around. One of Ruby's gundam models but it was cool so she allowed it.
The gundam model was pretty cool, though Weiss had no idea what it was or where it was from. Weiss spotted it out of the corner of her eye as she made her way around to the kitchen and set her bag down.
Just like the dog was familiar somehow, Weiss had a fleeting feeling that there were a few reasons why drinking Wine was only an occasional thing. She frowned as she took it out of the bag, "We don't have to drink it... it does go well with the other things I brought, but I wasn't trying to get us drunk or anything like that."
Drunk, that's what it was. Her own mother did spend a lot of time drinking, but she couldn't fight the suspicion... the background feeling that it was worse than that, somehow.
Shaking off the cognitive dissonance, she proudly pulled a variety of sliced meats and cheeses from the tote, and a few bunches of grapes. "Tonight, we're going to snack like kings. Or... like my parents at one of their parties."
“It’s okay, Weiss. I understand.”
For someone so short, Weiss had legs for days and they disappeared into her skirt in a profoundly distracting fashion. Yet, Yang had seen Weiss naked, on more than one occasion (even if her shows were more or less designed to leave a lot to the imagination). Why a dress could be just as sexy was a mystery. One that Yang was going to ignore.
It was hard enough that she was going to have to moon Weiss to show her her mark as it was. She’d worn tight black leggings and a yellow tank top. THey were nice, though no way on earth could Yang ever be Weiss!Nice.
Her violet eyes looked Weiss over, and she asked, “You doing okay...?”
"I'm..." Weiss trailed off, wondering why having Yang's full attention made her feel more naked than every performance she'd ever done for a crowd. She tugged on the bottom of her skirt, and shook her head. "Well, that post was incredibly embarrassing. Rachel won't stop teasing me about it."
But that wasn't really it. It was the other things. Marks, now strange memories. She glanced around the kitchen, looking for a cutting board or any indication that they had knives she could slice the cheese up with.
After a moment, she added, "... My mother drinks. And I know that, but for some reason I feel like it's worse than I'm remembering. And... something tells me you understand, but we hardly know each other."
Yang followed Weiss with her eyes, before she followed her into the kitchen, where she reached for her prosthetic. "My ... uncle. And same. Feels worse than it is. A lot of things do, really. Feel worse I mean. Or better."
She pulled out a cutting board, knife, glasses, and a couple bottles of water. Not giving Weiss a chance to object, she quickly set about slicing the cheese, using the prosthetic arm to keep everything steady while she expertly worked the knife.
"It's hard to explain and ... while I found you real interesting before, the mark... Did things, I guess?"
Weiss watched Yang handle the knife for a few seconds, marveling at how precise the knife cuts were. She would have protested a week or so ago, but at this point she'd seen enough to know Yang could, in fact, handle herself.
Her eyes were sharp enough to note the other contents in the cabinets and went about standing on her tip-toes to pull down a platter she'd noted on the top shelf. "There aren't many people in the world with violet colored eyes. And I don't think I was the only one staring that day."
Everyone had, really. Some were jealous of Yang's natural assets, others probably wanted to be ON Yang. Weiss still had no idea where she fell. Most of the time she didn't even feel anything at all. That felt worse, too, somehow. "Some parts of our lives definitely seem more... pronounced. Other parts just seem wrong somehow."
"I can see you on stage," Yang hazarded a quick glance at her. "Singing. But even that feels kind of wrong."
Like she could imagine Weiss singing in a quiet moment or when she didn't think anyone was looking. Or she had warmed up and it was just the four of them alone and... four of them? Yang shook her head to clear it.
Now they had a platter of cheese and snacks. "Come on, the living room will be comfier and my sister won't be back until later. Or tomorrow."
Singing. Yes, Weiss knew all about that. A cold, empty spotlight on a cold, empty stage. But her father'd never owned a mansion with its own performance hall.
She glanced down at her hands for a moment, before picking up the plates of snacks. "I do sing, but... most of the time only because everyone would have been so disappointed otherwise. And- Wait."
Weiss squinted at Yang, "You don't know if she'll be back later or tomorrow? How old IS she, exactly?"
Yang frowned a bit, sensing something within Weiss's expression at the subject of singing that made her feel disquieted. "It does kind of feel like you never got to sing for fun."
She led the way into the living room, "Just two years younger than me, twenty-two. They always grow up so fast..."
There was no way for Yang to have known that. Weiss wrinkled her brow for just a second, before nodding her head. Had she enjoyed anything she'd spent her youth doing? Did she do any of it for fun?
It was something to think about. THIS moment was fun, anyway. "I... suppose that's true. Whitley's practically in college now. Father probably never lets him out from under his thumb, though. It's... actually amazing that you trust Ruby to come and go on her own schedule like that."
And should she have known Ruby's name? Had Yang mentioned it? Weiss blinked a few times and decided she was glad that at the moment they were drinking water instead of the wine she'd brought.
She set their snacks down on the coffee table in the living room and kicked her shoes off so that she could get comfortable. Weiss liked being tall but not on someone's couch.
Yang had mentioned Ruby’s name… Hadn’t she? Oh well!
"Well, I got to help around the house a lot when I was younger. Mom was like... supermom, baker of cookies and savior of lives, but she was busy a lot at the hospital and dad was also pretty busy and I'm the older sister and we're usually the third parent anyway." She winked at Weiss, then took a seat on the couch, before she gave into the weirdest urge to hug her.
Although sitting down was not going to help her show off her mark, and she squinted up one eye.
"Hmm." Weiss wondered how true that was for everyone. Had Winter seen it that way before she'd left? She had always been as hard as hard on her as their father had. Maybe that's why she'd looked up to her so much.
But then she was being hugged, and that was very unexpected. Her eyes opened wide, and she sat there stiffly for a moment before remembering that usually, people hugged back. Weiss wrapped an arm around Yang, and patted a bit. It felt awkward, but also...
... she didn't know what she felt, honestly. Warm, but not in that crazy way she'd felt over the weekend.
Yeah, Yang kind of needed that drink now. She popped a piece of cheese in her mouth, then poured each of them a glass, "With how personal these marks feel, I think I need a glass of something. Just to uhm... loosen up a little."
She didn’t drink often, as she’d said, but it felt like a good time to take a sip at least.
Weiss went to take a sip of water, but she looked almost relieved when she noticed Yang pouring them some wine. "To hear Rachel Amber tell it, I'M the one that needs the most loosening up around here."
It made no sense, honestly. She performed for a crowd five nights a week and nearly bared all every time. Why did she feel so much more naked here, fully clothed, next to Yang?
"I mean..." Yang shrugged, unsure of how to express that Rachel was right, and not wanting to hurt Weiss's feelings in the process, "Uh. You are kind of wound up tighter than a spring, Weiss. I think the dancing helps, god, you look amazing up there, but when you're offstage, you're all..."
She handed her a glass then waved that hand, "Stiff. And I know you can be relaxed."
Somehow, she just knew.
"Well..." Weiss couldn't really argue with that. Everyone she knew had the exact same opinion, and even she knew it was true. On a stage, even with everyone watching her, it was like she was all alone. There were no interpersonal complications, no social situations to navigate. She could just be, and she didn't know how to do that around people.
Except when she'd smoked a joint, apparently.
Yes, relaxing probably did have to involve wine. She grabbed her glass and took a long sip of hers. "I think the problem is that my entire life has been about pretending to be someone ... else."
It would have been pretty easy to hug Weiss again, and while Yang wanted to, she didn’t want it to be creepy. Things were already weird enough and she’d chased off one pretty girl, she didn’t need to lose this burgeoning friendship-or-whatever with a girl she worked with.
She took a much smaller sip of her wine and set the glass down, before turning back and holding Weiss’s gaze, “There’s this girl. Woman, really. She’s drop dead sexy gorgeous, smart, funny when she lets herself be. But there’s this vulnerability to her that only comes out when she thinks she isn’t being seen. It's … human.”
Yang wet her lips, but didn’t divert her gaze from Weiss’s face, “Fragile and a little intense but beautifully, wonderfully human. But it’s hidden behind a mask, a face she wears with sharp features and sharper barbs. Her name is Weiss, and I’d really like to get to know her better.”
"I don't know what to- ... Oh." Her entire life, Weiss had wanted to feel seen, but now that it was finally happening, she had no idea what to do about it. How to feel. How to even really react.
She could feel her cheeks warming up, and imagined that her entire face was going crimson. It was incredibly unseemly, but Yang didn't care about that. Weiss knew there were a lot of things that she'd been raised to care about that didn't actually matter at all to a woman like Yang. And most of them were stupid.
She gulped back the rest of her wine and then also went for her water, wishing she could slap it directly onto her face.
Weiss felt like Yang was waiting for some kind of response, but she had no idea what to say. She thought her heart had crawled up into her throat and it was extremely difficult to breathe.
Okay so that was probably a little too intense, but as kissable as she looked right now, at least Weiss wasn't running away? Yang would count that as a victory. She rubbed the back of her neck then twisted to grab her own glass, this time drinking about half of it.
Her own cheeks were red and that definitely wasn't the wine. "So uhm. You should probably slow down a little bit. And eat some more food."
Yang set the glass down, then picked up a slice of cheese and held it out for Weiss. She wanted to say everything would be okay, but she didn't know enough about what was going on, "You can call me whenever you want. 24/7. Or text. Or whatever. I'll listen. I might not even tease you all that much."
Then she winked.
Right.
"So like, we did have that whole, show me thing."
Slow down a little bit, Yang said, but Weiss glanced at that wine bottle like she finally knew why it was her mother usually went through one in an afternoon.
Her mind went back to the conversation they'd had earlier, though, and Weiss picked up a piece of cheese to nibble on while she tried to smother the conflict.
She was glad when Yang changed the subject. "Yes. I'll... have to take my shirt off for mine, not that you haven't seen that before. Do you want me to start?"
"Yeah, do you need like,a picture of it or anything?" Yang said, voice slightly higher pitched than normal. She had seen literally all of Weiss before, but there was something too intimate about being close here in the privacy of the apartment.
Or maybe just being within touching distance. Or both. Probably both.
But it wasn't like she had a crush on Weiss or anything.
Weiss nodded her head, and pulled out her phone to hand to Yang. "It would be a good idea to have a picture. I can't even SEE it so I have no idea what I'm dealing with."
Resisting the somehow suddenly overwhelming urge to pour herself more wine, Weiss got up off the couch and started taking her shirt off. Instead of the slow, deliberate moves she used on stage, she tried to make it short and sweet.
She pulled her hair off to the side, and gestured to her back. "It's somewhere in the middle."
"If it's anything like mine it's going to be smaller than it felt like." Yang exhaled, half grateful that Weiss had turned her back to her before pulling her shirt off.
But god was she gay.
Setting that aside, Yang got up and stepped closer, though the mark was so long that it wasn't like she could miss it. She reached out, tracing the silver line from the bottom of Weiss's neck all the way down to her lower back, just above her waistline.
Then, remembering herself, she pulled her phone out and took several pictures. A couple of close ups and a few where she was far enough back to get the whole thing.
"You uhm. You have a nice back," she said, finally.
"Thank you?" Weiss replied, sounding like she'd never heard a genuine compliment in her life. In some ways, it was true.
The mark had been sensitive to the touch, and Weiss had bit on her lip to keep from gasping out. Pleasure? Pain? She wasn't sure, but the sound she was certain she'd have made was completely un-ladylike. That had been a few minutes ago, and she could still feel Yang's touch on her back as she hastily put her clothing back on.
She turned back towards Yang. "So... yours now?"
Maybe they should have more wine first. She poured herself another glass.
There was a lot more that Yang suddenly wanted to do to Weiss’s back and none of it was polite. She swallowed, but didn’t pour herself another glass. “Yeah. It’s uh. Well.”
Turning a distinct shade of pink, Yang turned around, then pushed the left side of her pants down to reveal the little flame on her, for lack of a polite term, ass.
Yang wasn't the only one who was some shade of pink by the time the mark was revealed. Weiss pulled her phone out to take a few pictures of the shape, which shimmered in the light of the flash from her camera.
For both of their sakes, she didn't touch it. "It's sort of... sparkly."
"Matches your personality." Yang pulled her pants back up and adjusted the hem of her shirt. She turned around and grinned at Weiss, "Gonna have to owe you the rest of my back sometime. Thanks. Guess neither of us are crazy after all?"
She was three seconds from babbling incoherently so she shut her mouth.
"Well, I never thought I was crazy. I just had no idea what was going on." Weiss replied, while holding out her camera so that Yang could see. "And you felt yours come in. Everyone has. We can't ALL be insane."
Unless they could, but how likely was that? Weiss decided it wasn't that likely. She took her seat on the couch again, smoothing her skirts out and grabbing more snacks. "So... now that THAT's over with... what is it normal people do when they're 'hanging out' at a friend's house?"
“Watch movies, make out, play games.” Yang walked over to the wall unit. She was still adapting and had gotten some controllers that could be played with one hand. She liked to think she was pretty good, actually, “So your choice! Is there a movie you’ve always wanted to see, or a game you might have heard of I could show you?”
Weiss's cheeks went just slightly pink at the mention of making out, though she mostly pretended not to notice. Instead, she latched on to the concept of video games as she picked up another snack.
"I've never played a video game... ever. So I guess we should try that. Though, I certainly hope you'll go easy on me and not make me regret it."
“Can’t promise I’ll go too easy on you.” Yang picked up two controllers, sticking one under her arm as she brought the other over to Weiss. “But we’ll start with something with only a little competition.”
She’d have to make sure Weiss found out about the Blue Shell the hard way, though.