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        it’s  here. a  moment  that   ,   before   ,   yang  has  secretly  only  been  able  to  think  or  daydream  of.   although  their  arrival  in  atlas  has  been  beyond  ideal   ,  what  matters  most  is  that  everyone  is  here  together  rather  than  being  scattered  once  more  akin  to  dying  autumnal  leaves.   &.   above  all . . .  blake.    here.   a  daydream  where  soft  morning  light  shimmers  through  drawn  curtains   &.   the  scent  of  blissful  familiarity  wafts  through  nostrils  whilst  the  warmth  of  another  graces  sun  -  glown flesh.  though  the  events in  which  it  is  fulfilled  have  been  bittersweet   &  . rough  ,  the  daydream  come  true  is  certainly  more  sweet   &.  much  beyond  what  yang  could ’ ve  possibly  imagined.    she  hasn ’ t  realized  it  at  first  ,   but  at  some  point  through  the  night   ,   dragoness  has  managed  to  securely  coil  strong   (   yet  tender   )   arms  around  belladonna ’ s  figure  ,   pulling  her  closer  to  chest   ;   she  doesn ’ t  dare  fight  it  now  that  she ’ s  beginning  to  rise  like  the  sun  over  snowy  mountain  tops.

“... something came up.

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   The voice shrank more & more until his eyes started to close ---- Head DROOPED instantly as if a bowling ball resided inside. The student recoiled back as he shook his head from the shock. Optics focusing back on the purple hue with newfound attention.       “  Sorry... The assignments really took a number on me. What were you saying?   “ 

          THOUGH THE WINDOW TO THEIR ROOM IS TINY,   the moonlight seeping in frames golden eyes to look like halos, a yellow blessing granted to ilia’s own eyes as she glances at blake’s figure atop the higher bunk bed.  after ilia shuts their creaking door behind her, she turns to her suitcase &&. pulls out a pair of charcoal sweatpants &&. a baggy white t-shirt to change into.  she doesn’t think about the fact that blake might look at her, &&. the thought doesn’t really bother her.  belladonna’s stifled feelings were read by ilia as unrequitedness, during her days in the fang, &&. now.  her journey from fully healing is far from at its end — any progress she made is quickly crumbling out from under her feet, &&. though amitola is horrified of falling again, it’s too late.  she’s already mentally acknowledged it, &&. she’s about to verbally.  after settling into the lower bunk &&. wrapping herself up in sheets, steeled hues stare at the boards above her.  &&. it’s almost mindless / nonchalant the way she brings it up.  “ you know, i ... i think i lied to you the other night. ”  when i said i was over it.  “ i think part of me is always going to love you. ”  with that statement spoken aloud, she shifts in her bed, wrapping her arms around her pillow &&. resting her head upon it.  reptilian allows her lids to flutter shut ( nothing more needed to be said in her eyes — she just wanted blake to know ).

          “Blake, that’s not a good id-!”

          Aaaaaaannnnnnnnd she did it anyway...these girls and their insane trust in their weapons to keep them from falling to their doom! Well, he had little choice but to try and keep up so he steeled himself and followed the Faunus off the edge of the cliff, mind forming a landing strategy the second he left solid ground. A flip around, he drug Stormflower into the side of the sheer cliff, digging in and slowing his descent until he yanked them free and fell the rest of the way down to land safely on the dirt below and give Blake a look of slight annoyance.