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Blake heard Ilia call for her and came running, when she got like that, it only meant one thing. Something was wrong. She saw Ilia working on Yang and rushed to her side. “What happened?”

“I don’t know, she went off by herself and I only just found her and-” Borderline hysterical, Ilia kept pumping Yang’s chest to try get her heart beating again.

Yang stayed still as Ilia worked on her body. Dying in a forest was the last manner of death that Blake had ever thought that Yang would do. In a blaze of glory, yes, a death like that was very much a way to go for Yang, but not like this.

Ilia blocked Yang's nose, giving her mouth to mouth in between pumping her chest to try bring her back. "Blake, call someone please," she begged between tears, not giving up on Yang.

“Good.” Blake nodded. The less they had to steal the better but it was always an option if they had too. It was begining to look like they would need to set up outside of town if they didn’t find something, a park would do in a pinch, sleeping in trees was nothing new to her.

Eyes constantly scanning, Ilia found a clearing in the distant that seemed quiet. “Think I might have found something,” she told Blake, pointing it out to her. “Will that do?”

Blake looked over to where she was pointing and nodded. “It might, let’s take a closer look.”She said as she began to walk in that direction.

Ilia walked in that direction as well, her hand reaching out and brushing knuckles with Blake. Now it was just the two of them, Ilia wondered if she would show more affection but wouldn’t pressure her.

Blake’s hand twitched as Ilia brushed against it and she gave a small smile in return, tangling her fingers lightly with Ilia’s as they walked. When they were closer to the clearing, she was able to get a better look at it. “This might work, what do you think?”

Ilia smiled and blushed as Blake intertwined their fingers together. Looking at the clearing, Ilia checked for any signage saying they couldn't be there but found none. "It'll work. Should we set up now?"

“True.” Yang nodded as she finished up with her bike. “I’m all done, what do I owe you for the oil change?” She asked Violet, not ashamed at all to be called out about sleeping with her girlfriend. She was still happy that Violet never asked for detail though.

“Call it at $15 even, since you did the actual work.” Violet replied.

Blake chuckled, looking back up at the interaction, smiling warmly at Yang’s lack of protest. That was her girlfriend, hot as hell and covered in oil, but she was hers.

Yang nodded and paid Violet, finishing her water bottle afterwards and tossing it away. “You ready?” She asked Blake, making sure everything was back where it needed to be on the bike.

"Ready," she agreed, grabbing her helmet and slipping it on while Yang packed up the bike. "Where to now?"

“No time, really, boys are stupid.” Yang shrugged. “Never found someone I really wanted to go on a date with. What little experience I do have was mainly done to shut people up.”

The lesbian rumour in high school had not helped her at all, well other then the fact that she figured out that she liked girls too… But the boys were still stupid, even then. She punched the girl that started said rumour and then happily switched to a new school.

Blake chuckled softly, toying with her lip piercing as Yang spoke. “I highly second that boys are stupid,” she mused, taking a sip of water. “But, what experience you do have. I hope no one pressured you into that, especially if it was to shut people up.”

Blake was aware that rumours and talk were dangerous, especially when it came to intimate lives.

“No, said person was VERY understanding. I’m pretty sure they were gay just not ready to admit it yet and we were a good cover for each other.” Yang said. “Though I think his best friend might have figured it out before him.”

Blake laughed softly at Yang’s story, watching her as she spoke. “I know that closeted feeling all too well,” she admitted with a light chuckle. “That sounds like one of my best friends. Hooked up with a bunch of girls, then realised he was in love with his best friend. 2 years later, they’re still together.”

“Aw, that’s cute.” Yang smiled. “What about you? What’s your dating experience?” She did her best to not pay attention to Blake playing with her lip ring, it was fun to watch and distracting at the same time.

Blake gave an almost sad smile. "Mix of everything. Fell in love with a girl, dated an asshole for a little while. Throw in some hook ups and here we are," she admitted.

Blake heard Ilia call for her and came running, when she got like that, it only meant one thing. Something was wrong. She saw Ilia working on Yang and rushed to her side. “What happened?”

"I don't know, she went off by herself and I only just found her and-" Borderline hysterical, Ilia kept pumping Yang's chest to try get her heart beating again.

“I’ll leave you to your work then.” Blake replied before walking out of the library. “See that she has whatever she needs.” She told the air as she walked down the hall. She didn’t wait for a reply, she just knew it would be done.

Yang was in the library for hours, taking occasional notes on any kind of lore, myth, or legend she thought might relate to whatever curse Blake had. By the time the sun had gone down long ago, Yang was struggling to stay awake.

There was a flutter of air next to her table as one of the servants came to her. “Miss Yang, you have been working all day, you need to rest.” She said. “ dinner will be ready shortly, if you want to take a break. ”

Yang straightened up a little, flicking through the books like she was paying attention and not falling asleep. “Uh, sure. Thanks for that. I’ll be out in a bit.”

“You’re welcome.” The voice replied. “The Mistress will be there shortly.” The voice turned and left Yang to finish up her research.

Blake came in from the woods she had been running in, shaking the leaves from her hair and doing her best to detangle it with her fingers. She smiled at the scent of dinner being made.

“Yang is still in the library, she’ll be here for dinner shortly.” Said the same servant who had talked to Yang as she took Blake’s hand and led the woman to her room. “You look like you’ve been rolling in leaves Mistress.”

She sat Blake in front of her vanity and began to comb her hair out.

“It was just a run to check the perimaters.” Blake replied, wincing as a snarl was pulled. “No sign of Adam.”

Yang wrote down the last of her notes, slitting bookmarks into open books and closing them all before heading into the dining room. Blake wasn’t there yet, but heard muttering voices from another room.

“Good.” her maid servant replied. “The less we see of him, the less chance he has of making trouble and making things worse.” She picked apart the snarl as gently as she could before running the brush again through the section of hair.

“Has the girl had any luck in finding anything?” Blake asked as she worked. Even now it was still a little odd to watch sections of her hair lift into the air and appear to brush themselves out.

“She’s made lots of notes and had several books open, but not that I can tell.” her maid replied. “Hopefully she finds something soon, time is running in short supply these days.”

“We still have time, that’s the important part.” Blake replied. “It’s better then not having it.”

Yang knocked lightly on the door, peeking her head into the room. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she chuckled sheepishly, seeing Blake with leaves in her hair.

"I see you kept busy without me."

“Good.” Blake nodded. The less they had to steal the better but it was always an option if they had too. It was begining to look like they would need to set up outside of town if they didn’t find something, a park would do in a pinch, sleeping in trees was nothing new to her.

Eyes constantly scanning, Ilia found a clearing in the distant that seemed quiet. “Think I might have found something,” she told Blake, pointing it out to her. “Will that do?”

Blake looked over to where she was pointing and nodded. “It might, let’s take a closer look.”She said as she began to walk in that direction.

Ilia walked in that direction as well, her hand reaching out and brushing knuckles with Blake. Now it was just the two of them, Ilia wondered if she would show more affection but wouldn't pressure her.

“Good.” Blake nodded. The less they had to steal the better but it was always an option if they had too. It was begining to look like they would need to set up outside of town if they didn’t find something, a park would do in a pinch, sleeping in trees was nothing new to her.

Eyes constantly scanning, Ilia found a clearing in the distant that seemed quiet. "Think I might have found something," she told Blake, pointing it out to her. "Will that do?"

“I’ll leave you to your work then.” Blake replied before walking out of the library. “See that she has whatever she needs.” She told the air as she walked down the hall. She didn’t wait for a reply, she just knew it would be done.

Yang was in the library for hours, taking occasional notes on any kind of lore, myth, or legend she thought might relate to whatever curse Blake had. By the time the sun had gone down long ago, Yang was struggling to stay awake.

There was a flutter of air next to her table as one of the servants came to her. “Miss Yang, you have been working all day, you need to rest.” She said. “ dinner will be ready shortly, if you want to take a break. ”

Yang straightened up a little, flicking through the books like she was paying attention and not falling asleep. “Uh, sure. Thanks for that. I’ll be out in a bit.”

“You’re welcome.” The voice replied. “The Mistress will be there shortly.” The voice turned and left Yang to finish up her research.

Blake came in from the woods she had been running in, shaking the leaves from her hair and doing her best to detangle it with her fingers. She smiled at the scent of dinner being made.

“Yang is still in the library, she’ll be here for dinner shortly.” Said the same servant who had talked to Yang as she took Blake’s hand and led the woman to her room. “You look like you’ve been rolling in leaves Mistress.”

She sat Blake in front of her vanity and began to comb her hair out.

“It was just a run to check the perimaters.” Blake replied, wincing as a snarl was pulled. “No sign of Adam.”

Yang wrote down the last of her notes, slitting bookmarks into open books and closing them all before heading into the dining room. Blake wasn't there yet, but heard muttering voices from another room.

“We’ll keep it in mind.” Blake nodded. “Ready?” She asked. She slung her bag onto her back making sure it was secure.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she admitted, slinging her own bag over her shoulder as the train began to screech to a halt at Vale Station.

A quick check of the bathroom to make sure they weren’t leaving anything behind and Blake stepped out and back into the asile of the train car. She headed back to their seats, waiting for the doors to open. There was a buzzing sensation in her pocket and she took out her scroll to check.

It was from Beacon.

“Hey, I think this might be yours.” She said, offering Ilia the scroll.

Ilia took the scroll, logging in and taking a deep breath. “Alright. Here goes nothing,” she mumbled before opening the message and reading its contents before grinning widely. “I got in!”

“Yeah!” Blake grinned, punching the air with her fists. “Awesome, so we’ll be going to school together.”

The train’s doors slid open and a voice came oveer the intercom annoucing their current stop and the next one further up the line, along with the reminder to not block the doors as they got on or off the train.

Ilia toyed with the strap of her bag, smiling a little wider than usual at Blake’s reaction to her getting into Beacon. “I wonder how their team system works. They have teams, right?” Ilia asked as the train doors opened.

“Yeah.” Blake nodded , getting up to get off the train. “They have four person teams and a color name based way to name said teams. What all did your letter say?”

Ilia gave the outline of what her acceptance letter had said, detailing the start date, equipment needed and description of living quarters. As they got off the train, Ilia kept an eye out for any potential White Fang looking for them.

“Sounds like mine.” Blake said, glancing around as they walked. “So now that we’re here, what do you want to do?”

“Well, we don’t start for a little while, we need to find somewhere to camp out until then,” Ilia mused aloud.

“We’ll need to get supplies for school too.” Blake nodded as they left the train station and she began to scout for a place that would be good to camp in. “I do have some money set aside for a room if we can’t find a spot to camp.” She said softly. “We might want to look for jobs as well.”

"We'll find something," Ilia assured her, searching for a clearing. "I have money saved up to. Or I'll be able to get some if need be," she mumbled, not particularly wanting to steal if she didn't have to.

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Mostly angsty stuff, but feel free to add your own.

“I’ll leave you to your work then.” Blake replied before walking out of the library. “See that she has whatever she needs.” She told the air as she walked down the hall. She didn’t wait for a reply, she just knew it would be done.

Yang was in the library for hours, taking occasional notes on any kind of lore, myth, or legend she thought might relate to whatever curse Blake had. By the time the sun had gone down long ago, Yang was struggling to stay awake.

There was a flutter of air next to her table as one of the servants came to her. “Miss Yang, you have been working all day, you need to rest.” She said. “ dinner will be ready shortly, if you want to take a break. ”

Yang straightened up a little, flicking through the books like she was paying attention and not falling asleep. "Uh, sure. Thanks for that. I'll be out in a bit."

“We’ll keep it in mind.” Blake nodded. “Ready?” She asked. She slung her bag onto her back making sure it was secure.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she admitted, slinging her own bag over her shoulder as the train began to screech to a halt at Vale Station.

A quick check of the bathroom to make sure they weren’t leaving anything behind and Blake stepped out and back into the asile of the train car. She headed back to their seats, waiting for the doors to open. There was a buzzing sensation in her pocket and she took out her scroll to check.

It was from Beacon.

“Hey, I think this might be yours.” She said, offering Ilia the scroll.

Ilia took the scroll, logging in and taking a deep breath. “Alright. Here goes nothing,” she mumbled before opening the message and reading its contents before grinning widely. “I got in!”

“Yeah!” Blake grinned, punching the air with her fists. “Awesome, so we’ll be going to school together.”

The train’s doors slid open and a voice came oveer the intercom annoucing their current stop and the next one further up the line, along with the reminder to not block the doors as they got on or off the train.

Ilia toyed with the strap of her bag, smiling a little wider than usual at Blake’s reaction to her getting into Beacon. “I wonder how their team system works. They have teams, right?” Ilia asked as the train doors opened.

“Yeah.” Blake nodded , getting up to get off the train. “They have four person teams and a color name based way to name said teams. What all did your letter say?”

Ilia gave the outline of what her acceptance letter had said, detailing the start date, equipment needed and description of living quarters. As they got off the train, Ilia kept an eye out for any potential White Fang looking for them.

“Sounds like mine.” Blake said, glancing around as they walked. “So now that we’re here, what do you want to do?”

"Well, we don't start for a little while, we need to find somewhere to camp out until then," Ilia mused aloud.

“No time, really, boys are stupid.” Yang shrugged. “Never found someone I really wanted to go on a date with. What little experience I do have was mainly done to shut people up.”

The lesbian rumour in high school had not helped her at all, well other then the fact that she figured out that she liked girls too… But the boys were still stupid, even then. She punched the girl that started said rumour and then happily switched to a new school.

Blake chuckled softly, toying with her lip piercing as Yang spoke. “I highly second that boys are stupid,” she mused, taking a sip of water. “But, what experience you do have. I hope no one pressured you into that, especially if it was to shut people up.”

Blake was aware that rumours and talk were dangerous, especially when it came to intimate lives.

“No, said person was VERY understanding. I’m pretty sure they were gay just not ready to admit it yet and we were a good cover for each other.” Yang said. “Though I think his best friend might have figured it out before him.”

Blake laughed softly at Yang's story, watching her as she spoke. "I know that closeted feeling all too well," she admitted with a light chuckle. "That sounds like one of my best friends. Hooked up with a bunch of girls, then realised he was in love with his best friend. 2 years later, they're still together."

“We’ll keep it in mind.” Blake nodded. “Ready?” She asked. She slung her bag onto her back making sure it was secure.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she admitted, slinging her own bag over her shoulder as the train began to screech to a halt at Vale Station.

A quick check of the bathroom to make sure they weren’t leaving anything behind and Blake stepped out and back into the asile of the train car. She headed back to their seats, waiting for the doors to open. There was a buzzing sensation in her pocket and she took out her scroll to check.

It was from Beacon.

“Hey, I think this might be yours.” She said, offering Ilia the scroll.

Ilia took the scroll, logging in and taking a deep breath. “Alright. Here goes nothing,” she mumbled before opening the message and reading its contents before grinning widely. “I got in!”

“Yeah!” Blake grinned, punching the air with her fists. “Awesome, so we’ll be going to school together.”

The train’s doors slid open and a voice came oveer the intercom annoucing their current stop and the next one further up the line, along with the reminder to not block the doors as they got on or off the train.

Ilia toyed with the strap of her bag, smiling a little wider than usual at Blake’s reaction to her getting into Beacon. “I wonder how their team system works. They have teams, right?” Ilia asked as the train doors opened.

“Yeah.” Blake nodded , getting up to get off the train. “They have four person teams and a color name based way to name said teams. What all did your letter say?”

Ilia gave the outline of what her acceptance letter had said, detailing the start date, equipment needed and description of living quarters. As they got off the train, Ilia kept an eye out for any potential White Fang looking for them.

“I’ll leave you to your work then.” Blake replied before walking out of the library. “See that she has whatever she needs.” She told the air as she walked down the hall. She didn’t wait for a reply, she just knew it would be done.

Yang was in the library for hours, taking occasional notes on any kind of lore, myth, or legend she thought might relate to whatever curse Blake had. By the time the sun had gone down long ago, Yang was struggling to stay awake.