Okay, so, I was going to draw this but tbh I have ten minutes before work and I’m just trying to hash this out,, so,, maaaybee I’ll come back to the literal drawing board later-
But until then, let’s get angsty *cracks all the bones in my fingers and cries*
The first bee baby a real sweetie from the get go- a very easy baby, and Yang and Blake are like wow, this is a piece of cake.
She’s like a little mini Blake, with her dark hair and skin tone, and her ears, and her more petite nature. But she’s got Yang’s(and Raven’s, let’s be real) face, and eyes.
She’s a good kid, albeit a little shy around new people, and likes adventuring and roughhousing around with her aunties in the yard-
And then one day the playing goes a little too far, and maybe she does something she’s not supposed to- maybe she climbs a scarily tall tree, or plays with a weapon she’s not supposed to-
And she unlocks her semblance.
It’s like Yangs, where she takes damage and comes back stronger... but it’s so much worse.
They call it ‘Nine Lives’ when she gets to school.
The second bee baby is not so easy. He’s loud, and needy, and at first the older bee baby doesn’t like him much at all.
He looks more like Yang- but he’s the literal golden child. Golden hair, golden eyes, tan and freckled- even for all his incessant screaming, he garners the most praise and the most attention, and the first bee baby hates it.
She doesn’t mean to bounce the swing so hard- or maybe she doesn’t mean for the bottle to be that hot- or maybe she just doesn’t realize how light her grip is-
Bee baby #2 is impervious. He takes no damage at all. She hadn’t meant to- she really hadn’t meant to- but Blake and Yang are upset all the same. And the 1st bee baby can only hate him more.
Fast forward so, so far. Picture a battle field, and a small army of faunus and humans, young and old. Picture a golden boy standing tall with a crown of gold, and wisdom beyond his years flickering in his eyes.
Salem is long gone- but the relics remain, and there is still someone to fill her shoes.
Picture him stepping down from his hill to meet her on the battlefield, taking in the ragged way she stands, and the anger and the exhaustion in her eyes as she grips the sword that is slowly decaying her body.
Idk, just some thoughts..