//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?//
âYang can you hold my hand?â
It was unexpected to hear. Yang had to do a double-take, and ask her teammate if she heard correctly. Surely she wasnât that afraid of needles. âPlease... I know itâs sillyâshe 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 kittenâs paw. she saw Blakeâs face contort in discomfort, her hand squeezing her own in a tight grip. âThank youâ and Yang only nodded. Thank god Ruby didnât 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 didnât seem like it. âYang, can you..hold my hand?âBlake 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,âOf course! No need to fear.âshe encouraged, encircling her hand into Blakeâs. 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 someoneâs hand more than Blake.
The third time, was at the dance. It wasnât a question that time. âYou seriously canât dance?âthe raven inquired, her eyebrows raising in a questioning manner. âNo, I can!âYang defended, playing it off cool as she leaned on the table. âJust canât slow danceâshe added. Blakeâs gaze bored into her own, gold piercing lavender. âDo you...want me to teach you?âshe offered. She always somehow caught her off-guard, her eyes searching for anything else to look at other than her gorgeous eyes. Like honey. âIâll take your silence as complianceâBlake tease, and Yang perked up as she followed her. âHey you rhymed! You made a pun!âshe pointed out. It was exciting, to know she rubbed off on her. Which was obvious to Blake. âYes I did. Glad you noticed.â
âNow, Hold my handâshe ordered, and then they danced.
The last time neither wanted to happen. It wasnât 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 didnât care though.Â
âYang. Yang Iâm so sorryâshe croaked out, her voice hoarse from all her sobs. As she laid next to the blonde, her hand made itâs way to her own, intertwining their fingers and squeezing tight. âYang...âshe whispered, tired, exhausted from the fights.Â
âIâll hold your handâ