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Blake didn’t know what was happening around them, couldn’t bring herself to dwell on the stray details in her periphery. All she could think was Yang. Yang. Yang. Yang who she hadn’t seen for what felt like an eternity. Yang who she never got to tell the words that swirled around in her conscious, always demanding attention. Words she whispered in the dark and sobbed to the stars about.
She didn’t register when her feet had started moving. Didn’t remember remember picking up pace. It felt like the entire world was covered in fog. Like she was running through the clouds and her feet were barely even making contact with anything solid. She only cared about where they were going to take her.
She was running and she just knew. She knew when she saw the first hint of faded yellow through all the haze, heart in her fucking throat she choked out with every emotion she could possibly feel, “Yang,” it was a devastating scream. She heard herself, the echo of her voice wrapped around her as she almost broke right then and there.
Running on nothing but her heartbreak she let out a noise, impossible to decipher where it came from, as one second she felt wrapped in fog and heartache and the next she was clutching. Holding onto any part of Yang she could grab as her hands made there frantic journey around her shoulders, Blake’s entire body slamming into the her. Yang. She was here and touchable and solid and here. Holy fucking shit she was here.
Her face buried as deep in blonde hair it could go, legs wrapped around a solid waist, tangled ankles around Yang’s back, Blake all but sobbed into her. Yang had let out a noise of surprised relief, something like a sob falling out of her mouth as Blake felt her tuck her face in Blake’s shoulder. Knuckles white, Blake was holding her like she would dissipate into the fog if she ever let go. They clutched each other as close as their bodies would allow.
The realization of reality hitting Blake so hard she skipped a breath. The relief of having being able to hold Yang again, feel her hair against her check and her breath against her neck. The feeling of Yang’s exhales against Blake’s skin like a stamp of confirmation. A pinch to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Blake couldn’t draw the lines between their bodies, she didn’t want to ever let go.
The solidity of Yang had her traveling her hands from shoulders to face, pulling back long enough to meet purple eyes before she was kissing her. She was kissing her and Yang was kissing her back and Blake sobbed into her mouth. She couldn’t believe she had the chance to do this. She couldn’t believe. She couldn’t.
She was never going to let the opportunity pass her again. The thought of loosing Yang permanently without having kissed her, without being allowed the time they deserved to have. Without having experienced everything and more than came with Yang Xiao Long was devastating enough that Blake could never have moved on.
Blake kissed her all over, she stood back on her feet but still held onto her shoulders and shook as Yang trailed a hand down her hair.
“I can’t believe you’re here.”
“I- I can’t—” her voice shook at the seems as Yang didn’t finish her sentence, only let out a shuddering breath and held her tighter. Blake knew the others were soon behind her and she would have to eventually let her go long enough to share her.
But for the few remaining moments they held tight and Blake whispered promises into Yang’s hair. She was her whole world.