(ง •̀_•́)ง (ember_celica) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-09-24 14:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, blake belladonna, yang xiao long |
You like taking pictures.
Who: Yang and Blake
What: While dealing with punching bad guys, Yang suddenly confesses her feelings
When: 9/24
Where: Near a minimart
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for Yang being all hot and bothered.
Yang couldn’t remember exactly when they’d gotten separated from the others. But it felt good to really unleash her abilities on the mercenaries. Bad guys who were objectively bad. And a number of embarrassing text only made her more willing to get punchy at those what deserved it.
And she’d been feeling weird all day. Ignoring how she felt about Blake when around Blake had been something she’d mastered but today it was extra hard. Just an hour ago she’d nearly blurted out everything and it felt like her heart about to burst and if she touched Blake she’d probably explode physically. She needed to cool down. ”Hey, I think that mart is still open. Want a slushie?”
Hitting some more bad guys would also help.
Blake wasn’t aware of anything being different today. She’d noticed the shenanigans of the previous day, and she was more than happy to fight the mercenaries. Blake had a better handle on using Gambol Shroud now, so it was definitely less a comedy of errors and more a success story.
“A slushie?” Blake glanced at the place. “I don’t know, I could go for water.” Fighting tended to work up a thirst, after all.
“Both.” Yang reached for Blake’s hand, then stopped and started jogging towards the mart. A slushie for herself, water for Blake. And then maybe they’ll find another merc group to beat up. “I like a fight as much as the next girl, but would a couple of months off be too much to ask?”
Blake followed after Yang, keeping an eye out for any mercenaries coming their way. For the moment, things seemed to be calm. That was good, Blake could use a little breather before moving on. “It would be nice to have some down time, I agree.”
Yang paid, though the person behind the counter almost didn’t let her. She passed the bottle to Blake and sucked on her lip when their fingers brushed. She sucked on the slushie so hard she got a freezing headache. She pressed her fingers into her forehead. “Oh god.”
But it helped, and for the moment she felt cool enough to focus. “It could be worse. Our weapons could stop working.”
Taking the water, she opened it and took a drink. It was definitely refreshing. “Or our semblances could stop working on top of it. That would not be good.” If they weren’t able to use their semblances or their weapons, things would be very hairy for them.
Yang grinned at her, but her voice was serious. “Why do you think part of training is regular martial arts? We can’t always count on our semblances or our weapons. You never know when...” Hers had failed her. Twice. Even if she didn’t know what had happened with Mercury, not really. She could only guess it had something to do with Cinder, like everything else had.
“But if that happens we should probably hide.” She leaned against a wall, sticking her foot against it with her knee out. “I never want anything to happen to you.”
“Martial arts definitely helps.” Blake looked at Yang, taking a drink of her water. “I’ll be fine, Yang. I’ve been through worse than mercenaries and demons and whatever else attacking.” Yes, she was referring to her abuse. And it was the truth because internal demons were way more difficult to fight than external ones.
“I know. Still doesn’t mean I don’t worry sometimes.” She winked at Blake and held up her right hand for a high five. “I’m always there to give you a hand!”
“I’m sure you are,” Blake responded, a little surprised that Yang hadn’t pulled her arm off and held it out to her. As it was she did go for the high five.
Yang laughed, and tilted her head back against the wall. “This has been good practice you know. Not as scary as Grimm either.”
“These are at least people. The demons gave the Grimm a very close run for scary factor.” Those things were difficult to get out of her mind. She felt bad for the person who had to dream about those things.
Yang looked over at Blake, then reached down and tucked some hair behind her ear. "Can't feel bad about hurting demons at least. And these guys have guns." Bullets kind of hurt, even with her semblance and aura. Was gunpowder or Dust stronger?
“True, demons are like Grimm. These guys may be human, but they are attacking us.” Blake didn’t feel all that bad hurting mercenaries. They’d come here and started attacking them, this was basically a self-defense type of situation.
“Humans can be assholes in any universe.” Yang could feel herself wanting to be affectionate. Craving it. She shoved her hands in her pockets before they decided more hair petting was warranted. It was like her emotions and libido were on overdrive.
She looked at her, an intense wave washing over her. Yang was so tired of hiding it, and her inhibitions were at an all time low. “Blake, I need to tell you something. I-”
An explosion interrupted her, smoke billowing out of another nearby shop. A trio of soldiers emerged from the rubble, and then spotted them.
Seriously?!
Blake looked at Yang, wondering what Yang had to say. At least until the explosion, and Blake nearly jumped out of her skin. Well, actually, she kind of did, except what was near Yang now was Blake’s semblance, with Blake herself being about four feet away. She turned around to face the mercenaries.
“Here we go again,” Blake said, drawing Gambol Shroud and she charged towards the mercenaries. As they began to shoot, Blake engaged her semblance to take the bullets and allow her to navigate through without taking a hit as she closed in on them.
Yang stared at the semblance, then at where Blake was engaging the soldiers. She kissed it on the cheek, which made it poof away and satisfied her curiosity about that. She could have moved quicker to help Blake, but Blake looked amazing. Maybe not the top of her form but still beautiful and deadly. She elbowed some slackjawed bystander. “That beautiful woman there, dancing on the throats of our enemies? She’s my partner!”
And she should probably help her partner, so she used her weapons to launch herself into the heat of battle. She landed on one of the unfortunate soldiers, dropping into him with her elbow.
Blake rammed the blunt end of Gambol Shroud into the midsection of one of the mercenaries. He doubled over and she brought her elbow down on the back of his head. He hit the ground hard and was promptly knocked out cold. She saw Yang take care of one of the other guys, then she turned her attention to the third one who seemed to be rethinking this whole thing.
Weapons reloading, Yang brought her fists up as she slid next to Blake. “These guys aren’t even making me break a sweat. They aren’t even exciting enough to practice the bumblebee attack!”
“It’s probably best to just put them out of their misery.” Blake changed Gambol Shroud’s configuration, throwing the head towards the third guy as the cord wrapped around him. She tugged him closer, allowing Yang to put in the knockout blow.
Yang swung hard, sending the man cartwheeling through the air to land inside a dumpster. She wiped her hands, then gave Blake a one armed hug. “Who’s amazing? We’re amazing!”
She even took a selfie. Which was mostly an excuse to get another picture of Blake. She sent it to Weiss and Ruby, though.
Blake pulled her weapon back to her, reassembling it and sticking it back on her back. The selfie kind of caught her by surprise. “You like taking pictures.”
“Why not? Life is fleeting.” She’d never had enough in her dreams. And she had regretted it. Turning her head, she wet her lips. It was on the tip of her tongue, and her heart started to race.
“I suppose it is.” Blake glanced around, mostly to make sure no other mercenaries were headed their way yet. Sometimes it was nice to have a breather between skirmishes. She was also completely unaware of Yang’s emotional turmoil.
Was Blake not feeling this? Unaffected by whatever was making her feel so warm? Yang didn’t know if that thought hurt or not. But maybe she’d rather have Blake have feelings unrelated to OC bullshit.
“And..uhm…we could die tomorrow. Or today.” This would be the perfect moment for one of those storybook kisses. But it wasn’t a storybook and Yang had spent the past five months trying to make sure she wasn’t forcing anything onto Blake. (And the year before Blake came to California for that matter) She didn’t want to be pushy, and she didn’t want to lose her friend and partner.
So she’d told herself for so long that she could live with keeping it all to herself. “I love you. In love with you. Heart exploding, want to kiss you and hold you until nothing hurts you any more in love.”
Blinking away some stray tears, Yang realized she’d said that out loud and covered her mouth with both of her hands. An Ursa attack right now sounded GREAT.
If Blake had been affected by whatever was affecting Yang, chances were that it would have only traumatized her later once it was back to normal. She looked at Yang, and her eyes went wide with the admission. That was...entirely out of nowhere, as far as Blake was concerned. But of course, if the signs had been there, she hadn’t picked up on them. She’d been too focused on trying to work through her issues and make some sort of attempt at making friends.
“What?” It was the only word in her mind, and she finally managed to say it. Hey, at least she hadn’t run away or screamed or otherwise reacted negatively to the admission? Right now, she was simply in complete shock and confusion over how to actually handle this, let alone process it.
This was...this could be bad. Yang felt like throwing up. Which wasn't exactly the kind of feeling she'd wanted when it came that kind of admission. But it was out there now and she couldn't take it back. She hadn't even had a chance to talk to someone about it. Though Yang sometimes wondered if there was such a thing as trying too hard not to be pushy.
And she felt drawn to Blake still. She wanted to know what her lips felt like, she wanted to feel Blake's breath on her face or in her ear and she really needed another cold drink because she usually tried not to have erotic thoughts about Blake. She failed sometimes, but she tried at least. It just felt disrespectful, with all of Blake’s issues. "I'm sorry. That just came out no filters. I'm so sorry. Please, please don't hate me."
Yang loved her? She wanted to be with her? That was a shock. Blake was in shock. And felt like Yang deserved better than her. She was fucked up and Yang didn’t need to put up with all of her problems. She knew she couldn’t be intimate yet of her own choice.
“I don’t hate you. I’m just way not ready for this.” Blake was unaware that there was something that was causing Yang to say this now. So she wasn’t aware of why Yang was saying this now.
“I know you’re not, that’s why I’ve never said anything before. I don’t want you to feel like that’s the only reason I like being around you. I’m not even sure why I’m saying this right now...Its like ….inhibitions are gone.” Yang pushed her hand through her hair. “You don’t feel anything weird, do you? I feel really warm.”
It did make Blake question all of their interactions, mostly in terms of how long Yang possibly could have been in love with her. Though she wondered if it had started in the dreams, which threw the early encounters with Yang into a different light, but she didn’t dwell on that right now. “I feel normal.”
Of course she did. Yang didn't know whether to feel hurt about that, or relieved. She chose to go with relieved. And also relieved that Blake hadn't chosen to run. With Blake, that was always a possibility and while eventually it would be a habit that needed to be dealt with, Yang couldn't be angry about it. Not after the things she'd learned. But boy had she been angry after the fall of beacon, for at least a few days.
"I don't expect anything. Just... so you know." Yang tugged at the collar of her top.
Blake was a bit off her game, as it were, by this revelation. She took a breath. “Okay.” Blake couldn’t help but wonder if Yang really did want something. After all, Blake’s experience with love was that it came with conditions. But she wasn’t going to ask about any of that right now. Or maybe ever. Not asking about it seemed like the better course of action.
Now she felt a bit awkward, not knowing where to go from here. And she felt that Yang could do better than her, but she wasn’t going to get into that right now.
She glanced at Blake then looked away. Her love was unconditional, though at this moment something was revving her engine up something fierce. It wasn’t so bad when she didn’t look at Blake though. She supposed that was because she didn’t want anyone else.
“..I think I’m going to go join that guy in the dumpster.”
“Um, okay…” Blake glanced at the dumpster. “Maybe I’ll just go back home.” Even if Logan wasn’t there, it was a defensible space to be in if any mercenaries tried to break in.
Yang felt her stomach clench and her chest ache, but if she let herself get any closer to Blake she'd do something rash. In fact, she added another foot between them. Yang tended to wear her emotions on her sleeves and wasn't far off from being a wreck. She still had so much she wanted to say. How Blake was special, and plenty of romantic poetry that was both punful and kind of sweet. That she fell in love when they danced, and that the first time she’d seen Blake smile in this world she knew she’d be unable to fight it.
"I...be careful."
“I will, don’t worry.” Blake was always careful. She could fight on her own, so she was safer now than she had been before the dreams and training with Yang had started. She’d be able to get home alright.
Yang waited for Blake to leave, half-wishing Evie would be an option for a booty-call. It would be a mistake, but it would be nice too. But today had been nothing but a mistake and she'd ruined one of the best things in her life. She slid down the wall to the ground and buried her face in her knees and cried.