Remnants

If you’re reading this thanks for sticking with me!

   She drempt she was back in the woods by the riverine, her former partner locked in battle with her. She was loosing, each hit of his knocking her around, her frame slamming into the ground more than once. Her weapon was gone, broken in two, and help was unreachable. She would die here, at the hands of someone who had once held her heart.

“It would like nice, I bet.” Yang crossed the room, taking the scissors gently from Blake, letting her hand linger. She knew Blake was having a hard time, and if cutting her hair would help, Yang would support it.

“Want me to do it? I cut Ruby’s hair loads of times, I promise I won’t mess it up.” It had been a little bit, but she’d always done a pretty good job with Ruby’s hair. She’d even done Qrow’s once or twice. Usually when he was too drunk to say no. 

   “Please.” She uttered, hey lips tugging upwards, managing to form a small smile. Change was good, she reminded herself, changing her outfit had helped her recover from the fall of Beacon, leaving her bow behind had proven to be freeing. This would help, at least a little. She would be in need of new gear soon as well and still needed to see someone about repairing the pieces of her weapon. 

  They’d been out training, hidden in the coverage of the trees the woods allowed- ensuring that no one would see anything out of the ordinary. Nevertheless, despite hours of attempting to produce and control her magic, only a small flame had been managed twice before Qrow had declared it time for a break.

After everything with Adam, Yang was actually sleeping better than she had in a long time. She still had the occasional nightmare, of course, but now that the threat was gone… they were becoming fewer. 

But she knew Blake still had nightmares. She just… didn’t know how to help.

So when Blake slept in for once, she didn’t want to disturb her. Though eventually, she had to check in. Just in case. 

“Oh hey, you’re up.” Yang smiled softly, raising an eyebrow at the scissors in her hand. “What’s up with the scissors?”

   Amber hues stared down at the object in her hand, wondering if this was a good idea after all. It had been years since she’d cut her hair, it had tumbled down her back even longer. But change, a positive one after so much had occurred around them, felt right. At least this was something she could control, something she had decided to do.

In truth, she was feeling many things….Most of which she couldn’t even begin to put into words. Though…she wouldn’t leave the other without an answer regardless.

“…..To be honest……a little tired….Couldn’t really sleep either……and admittedly, a little sore….What’s got you up this late?”

                                 I know life took us far away                              But I still dream 'bout the good old days                               When we took care of each other                                           We were livin' for each other

        Independent RWBY Multimuse featuring Blake, Pyrrha, and Ruby

       With a gasp escaping the faunas’ lips she jerked forward, pitched out of a nightmare. Ever since she’d last faced Adam they had plagued her, the battle had been a close one after all- until Yang had come she’d been thrown about by the man she used to love.

   Amber hues stole a glance around the room of the inn in Atlas they were staying in, she noticed sunlight streaming through the window- at least she’d slept through the night. With a sigh she heaved her way up, glancing at a mirror as she paced the room. Blake paused behind it, a hand reaching to twirl a strand of her hair.

   An idea popped into her mind, an impulse perhaps, and she began to look about for a pair of scissors. Finally locating them she paused once more. Cutting her hair herself would only cause for it to be uneven, she needed help... ‘Yang...”