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... I think I'll need to go home too, for a while. If we win this thing... the world's never going to be the same. Menagerie's going to have to do more, and a lot of people are going to need the White Fang's help. I'll probably be traveling a lot... just like when I was a kid.

[ she pauses to consider her next words, turning to kiss yang's jaw. ]

We could go together. Check both boxes at once. You and me on Patch, then Kuo Kuana, then... anywhere. Everywhere.

[ jumping straight into saving the world right after saving the world. typical blake. no better time to shape remnant into a more just place than in the aftermath of salem's defeat, after all.

they'll be separated. again. the reality of it causes preemptive heartache, but then there's a kiss to her jaw and an offer she'd literally be out of her mind to refuse. ]

Like I'd ever want to be away from you. [ she dips her head to capture blake's lips in a gentle kiss, pulling away with away with an excited look in her eyes and even more excited grin. ] We'll do it. Patch--oh, man, you'll love it there, everyone on the island is great and Dad will be so pumped to meet you--and we'll go Menagerie and help there, and then Sanus and Anima.... Everywhere, [ yang echoes in a happy sigh. ]

We'll need a home base. Somewhere we can come back to or at least put all our stuff.

[ it's so good to see yang like this. blake catches herself smiling and lovestruck as yang gets caught up imagining the idea, wanting to remember the look on her girlfriend's face and the way she sounds in this moment. ]

... Somewhere to settle down, someday. [ it comes so, so quietly. like even in this fantasy, this wild dream of what they might be able to have—

she's suggesting something very real and final. it's a life together, a future together. they've joked about this kind of thing before, but this is something else. something much more unguarded.

blake finds herself at a loss for how to proceed with her thought. there are too many wild and irresponsible things she'd like to say, that go over the line and make this too real. things that fly in the face of what they're couching this in, that aren't good ideas in this town, much less back in remnant with how things are—

so she shifts forward to kiss yang again, a gentle but wanting thing. ]

Edited 2021-04-15 05:54 (UTC)

[ "settle down" is something yang's heard her entire life. "settle down, firecracker. easy there, sunny dragon. restrain yourself, miss xiao long." a constant refrain from others to smother and contain who she is, make herself more palatable. be less so they wouldn't think she was too much. be smaller so they would stay. she hated the very sound of the words from people's mouths, bristling at the unspoken implication and readying for a fight.

or rather, she had hated it until this moment. because when blake belladonna says "settle down" it means something else entirely.

you're more than enough, just as you are. i want you. i'm choosing you.

and yang wants to write a story together with her for the rest of their lives. she wants to choose her. she wants, wants, wants, despite everything the world says. so she kisses blake with just as much gentle desire until she has to pull away for air, lightheaded and dizzy. ]

Someplace just for us, [ she whispers against blake's mouth as if worried sodder herself will ruin this happy fantasy if she speaks too loudly. ] So what does our somewhere look like, Belladonna? Do we have a white picket fence and a garage? A library?

Big yard for our two and a half kids that look like you? [ a joke that falls too gently to be anything other than an earnest hope. ]

[ that's something they've never talked about. sure, blake thinks she would want kids eventually, but...

it's making this more and more serious by the moment. like the pretense of all of this is razor-thin. but it's all about hope, right? ]

A library, a garage, a workshop... yeah. I'd want space for the kids. [ blake stays just as close, voice just as quiet. ] Our place could be right on the water if we land in Vale or Menagerie. I don't think either of us could stand to live inland for too long.

Ugh, inland. [ yang pulls a face, pretending to shudder with disgust. ] If we found a place in Mistral that worked then yeah, we could do it, but my Semblance gets weaker with each mile I'm away from the ocean. True story.

[ that is 100% inaccurate. ]

But yeah. Either of those sound like they'd be nice. [ both warm, close to their parents, with enough space to have a house as big as they'd need. she knows she's getting too wrapped up in imagining what their rest of their lives could be when there's a good possibility they won't even make it past 22. 23, if they're lucky.

still. it's nice to dream. ] What's living on Menagerie like? I remember seeing a little bit of what it looks like when were attached by the strings.

Wow, real liability there, sunshine. How long were you gonna keep that from us? [ blake just smirks at her in the dimness, before pressing a kiss to whatever part of yang is closest. ]

There's nowhere else like it. It's beautiful, Yang, you'd love it, but... crowded. Closed off. We haven't been able to expand too far inland, and there are smaller settlements on some of the other islands, but... [ she lets out a breath. ]

Maybe one of the first steps is getting a CCT tower built.

Edited 2021-06-04 00:44 (UTC)

[ yang stays quiet, happy to listen while blake explains the situation on menagerie. she's seen images and heard brief lectures on its creation during class lectures, but knows little else.

and although she calls her princess for a joke that always earns a punch to the shoulder, the switch in blake's tone serves as a reminder that she'll be chieftain one day. a head of state in a post-salem world.

oh gods, yang is going to marry into royalty? that's something to unpack another day. ]

Sounds like a good idea. It'd be a lot easier for everyone to stay connected once there's reliable communication. [ a beat as she presses a kiss to blake's forehead. ] Easier to organize and work together, too.

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