[ the natural rhythms they've fallen into in the evenings, in between everything falling apart, are... nice. once again, blake feels the pleasant haze of afterglow after the two of them finish, lying on her side, curled up against her partner. her arm lies across yang's front, just below her chest.
she doesn't break the silence for a long moment, simply listening to the steady sound of yang's heartbeat, of her breathing. ]
... If we get through everything—save the world— [ she finally speaks up, voice soft and quiet as she peers up to meet yang's eyes in the low light of the room ] what do you want to do, Yang?
sometime in march, they cant stop us
she doesn't break the silence for a long moment, simply listening to the steady sound of yang's heartbeat, of her breathing. ]
... If we get through everything—save the world— [ she finally speaks up, voice soft and quiet as she peers up to meet yang's eyes in the low light of the room ] what do you want to do, Yang?
[ it's all fantasy, of course. ]