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It is a DOOZY

In case you wanna hop on the Bumbleby Creatures-Of-The-Night AU train:

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Yang again considered the possibility of hunting during the day. The necessity of it. She didn’t want to think about the consequences of going too long, too far. She’d never been this far before, so low, and wasn’t honestly sure how much time the little flame within her had left. 

On the other hand, she couldn’t risk her sister, their home, their people, by being hasty and getting caught in broad daylight. 

That, and Yang hadn’t felt this comfortable in hours. 

As the sun crept higher in the sky, Yang let her mind wander and her body relax. Her mind started to drift through a sensory kaleidoscope.

Ruby tugging on her arm. 

Riding Bumblebee on a suspension bridge cable. 

The taste of blood. 

Children singing for Halloween like a holiday carol. 

Blake, running along the top of a shiny train as it crushed a man to dust. Blake, sliding down off the train as it parked in front of Yang's clinic like a bus, wearing a crooked smile as her fingers leave lines in the metal like warm wax. 

“Hot like the moon, Yang,” Blake was suddenly whispering in her ear, except it was deafening, an explosion of sound. 

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With her eyes closed and arms raised fist-to-palm, Yang breathed deeply of the night air and exhaled through her nose, her issuing breath shown by twin jets of vapor shooting downward. 

Holy shit. 

“Is that… steam ?” Blake managed, relieved when her voice came out steady. Yang opened one eye, then the other as the corners of her mouth turned slightly upwards. 

“Yeah,” she said, one hand abashedly going to the back of her head. “I run a little hot for the first few minutes.” And damn her if she didn’t punctuate with a toothy grin that allowed a gentle ribbon of steam to continue rising out past her canines. 

Blake eyed the rising steam, unable to put an exact name to the wistfulness slinking at the edge of her mind. Practically glowing, Yang was terrifying, intimidating, yes–but somehow as Blake took in the sight of her, the warmth and vapor, the only thing she could think about was how long it'd been since she'd had a long, hot shower.

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Yang was considering bailing Blake out of having to share uncomfortable details, but before she could commit to a plan Blake spoke.

“I’ve had night terrors before,” she said. “But it felt so real.”

“Mm-hm,” Ruby hummed, warm and welcoming. Yang nodded, encouraging.

“But saying that it was not real might not be… the wisest course. Not that you’re in immediate danger,” she added quickly.

Yang nodded slowly and took a sip of her coffee—black, as was her law for second cups. “So,” she said.

“So,” Blake said quietly, her fingers wrapped around her own warm mug like an anchor. “His name is Adam.”

The name filled the space like an oily film. Yang clenched her jaw and nodded while Ruby took a loud, irreverent slurp of hot chocolate.

“Have you always been able to go through walls?” Ruby blurted, unable to contain the question any longer, and the derailment was like magic. Blake snorted into her cup, giggled, then slipped into quiet laughter that sounded like gentle music to Yang’s ears.

Chapter 3 of Calecalanth is up! It is... a doozy.

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