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christmas aus



reply with character you wanna tag, either write a starter or let me know if you want me to do it, then all the winter fun 'w' my muselist is here, though if you know i play a character that's not on there, go for it!

pick prompts from here, here, or come up with your own! (mistletoe is also available ofc)

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[blakenoir]

He hurt you because of me.

[and that was the end goal the whole time, wasn't it? to hurt blake, to remind her that he could still exert his power over her. at least, it very much feels like it. she steals a glance at yang's stump, physical proof of adam taurus systematically ruining her life and the lives of those she loves, for daring to think she was free.

yang didn't deserve that punishment, for doing nothing than caring for blake belladonna.

as she looks up to meet her partner's eyes, there is nothing but regret reflected in her own.]

It was my fault. If it hadn't been for me, you would've never gotten involved—this would have never happened. I couldn't face you, or the others, after that.

[turkeyfists]

[Yang doesn't have to follow Blake's line of sight to see what she's looking at. Sucking in a sharp breath, she shuts her eyes for a moment, trying to swallow a lump that's quickly formed in her throat, and to not think about that night. It's hard, but at least she isn't trembling.]

That... that isn't your fault.

[The words come out so quietly, Yang's not even really sure if she's said them. When she opens her eyes, there's a point not to look at Blake directly in the eyes, she starts to get up and off her (former? who knows anymore) partner.]

You didn't tell me to get involved. Or order him to do... [She swallows again before gesturing with her good hand to her stump.] ...to do this. Those things? They're not... not really your fault...

[Still feels like it is though, but Yang's trying to get a point across. What happened wasn't her fault, and she curses the damned Faunus who's made Blake feel that way.

When she turns around to face Blake, making direct eye contact, her voice somewhat controlled.]

What you did, though, was run again. Right when I...! [Breathe Yang. Breathe.] ...Right when I could've used a friend the most. And that, that hurts way more than this [Another gesture.] ever will!