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Blake loved her family, she really did. They were loving and supportive, and none of them ever questioned her when she came out as bisexual, being accepting and wholesome like that. But that didn’t mean she didn’t need a break from time to time. On the balcony beside hers, on her left, there was a woman with stunning blonde hair. She was in a position much like hers, leaning on the railing, but with a cup in her hands that she could smell from there was filled with vanilla tea.
It's been 84 years, but it's finally here! All that anticipation for... a small holiday oneshot. Yeah, nothing that exciting. But it's still the first rwby fic I've been posting in a long time, so I think it's still worth celebrating!
I've also got various wips laying around that I wanted to get back to, so, if I actually stick with it, this might mark my great cameback after so long, ahah!
Jokes aside, this is for @devoidaffectu, for being cool and patient and generous. Can't wait to hang out and play warframe together again!
As usual, enjoy, and I'll see you around!
