//it occurs to me that I should,obviously, write a story for this blog to get it started. What better way than to open up with one of my fav ships?//
“Yang can you hold my hand?”
It was unexpected to hear. Yang had to do a double-take, and ask her teammate if she heard correctly. Surely she wasn’t that afraid of needles. “Please... I know it’s silly”she admitted, and Yang quickly shook her head, as if to shake her rising blush. She hesitantly reached for the hand, and her first thought was how soft it was. Like a kitten’s paw. she saw Blake’s face contort in discomfort, her hand squeezing her own in a tight grip. “Thank you” and Yang only nodded. Thank god Ruby didn’t like doctors either.
The second time it happened, they had decided to visit a haunted house. Ruby with Weiss, and Yang with Blake. It was supposed to be a team bonding experience, though it didn’t seem like it. “Yang, can you..hold my hand?”Blake asked, rubbing her head sheepishly. Yang whipped her head around at the sudden question, it broke the silence, spooking her. She played it off though, snapping a finger gun her way,”Of course! No need to fear.”she encouraged, encircling her hand into Blake’s. It was the first time they intertwined their fingers. Yang was thankful for the darkness, as her blush felt like fire on her cheeks.
Turns out Yang was the one who needed to hold someone’s hand more than Blake.
The third time, was at the dance. It wasn’t a question that time. “You seriously can’t dance?”the raven inquired, her eyebrows raising in a questioning manner. “No, I can!”Yang defended, playing it off cool as she leaned on the table. “Just can’t slow dance”she added. Blake’s gaze bored into her own, gold piercing lavender. “Do you...want me to teach you?”she offered. She always somehow caught her off-guard, her eyes searching for anything else to look at other than her gorgeous eyes. Like honey. “I’ll take your silence as compliance”Blake tease, and Yang perked up as she followed her. “Hey you rhymed! You made a pun!”she pointed out. It was exciting, to know she rubbed off on her. Which was obvious to Blake. “Yes I did. Glad you noticed.”
“Now, Hold my hand”she ordered, and then they danced.
The last time neither wanted to happen. It wasn’t like the other times. Instead their hands were covered in blood, and there was quite a crowd around them. There was no cheery smile that Blake fell for. Only a cold, almost empty face. The hand she favoured in holding was gone. Blake didn’t care though.
“Yang. Yang I’m so sorry”she croaked out, her voice hoarse from all her sobs. As she laid next to the blonde, her hand made it’s way to her own, intertwining their fingers and squeezing tight. “Yang...”she whispered, tired, exhausted from the fights.
