[ ah. yang knows what that tone of voice means. a small smile spreads across her face as she gently takes the glass of water from blake's slackening grip, leaning over just far enough to place it on the nightstand without disturbing her. ]
Same goes for you. You're enough. [ yang reaches behind herself to stack their pillows to cushion the headboard and leans against them, holding her close. ] Now get some sleep, Belladonna. [ a lingering, loving kiss to her hairline. ]
Not the boss of me, Xiao Long. [ it's a fond and half-muffled drawl, lips curling into a slight smile against her. obviously, she has no intention of moving away from yang. ]
Oh, Brothers, [ she says with a good-natured eyeroll. ] Alright then, let me try that again. [ yang clears her throat and continues in a faux serious manner, ] Miss Blake Belladonna, valued member of team RWBY and my beloved partner, I humbly request that you rest.
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Same goes for you. You're enough. [ yang reaches behind herself to stack their pillows to cushion the headboard and leans against them, holding her close. ] Now get some sleep, Belladonna. [ a lingering, loving kiss to her hairline. ]
I've gotcha.
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...forsooth. Or something.