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There wasn’t anything she could do. There was no way she would be able to get to the falling blonde streak before it hit the ground. But she had to try, there had to be something she could do to stop it. But it was falling faster than she could run. As she ran, she tried to call out to her, to try and wake up the falling streak, but her voice wouldn’t let her. She was almost to her, she was, she could catch her, she could! The sickening crunch that was then heard, seemed to say otherwise.
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Blake awoke with a start, immediately sitting up with a hand going for Gambol Shroud’s usual home on her back before she registered where she was. The familiar red walls were all around her, a small book shelf filled to the brim with tons of novels, a few Achieve Men posters hanging up sporadically, and a single desk in the corner that Blake still suspected was somehow capable of spawning more paperwork all on its own. There was a low grumble to her right, and she let a small sigh of relief as she looked over to see Yang curled by her legs, her arms stretching out a bit to where Blake had just been laying. Blake couldn’t help herself, and lightly stroked Yang’s side, just reassuring herself that Yang was intact lying beside her, and that this wasn’t something else.
Yang stirred slightly, one eye lazily flicking open to glance up at Blake. “Everything okay Blakey?” She yawned out as she wrapped her arms around Blake’s waist.
“I’m fine, just couldn’t sleep,” Blake replied lamely, feeling herself melt a little into Yang’s arms.
“Bad dream then,” Yang replied as she pulled Blake down beside her again.
“Where did you get that from?”
“Please, by now I know your sleeping habits. When you go to sleep, you’re out until the sun says otherwise, and the only reasons you get up before then are intruders, sneaking in a few more chapters of Ninjas of Love, or a bad dream.”
Blake offered a soft smile that turned into a small giggle when Yang’s arm was lazily smacked, and a sleepy, yet annoyed voice could be heard over her shoulder, “You two are being to loud. Some of us have a company to run in the morning.”
Yang chuckled lightly and said, “Sorry Snow Angel. Just trying to help Blake.”
There was silence for a moment before there was the distinct sound of the sheets and blankets being moved. Weiss then moved around to Blake’s side of the bed and made a distinct move over gesture, which resulted in Yang, who still had her arms wrapped around Blake’s now lying form, lifting the raven haired girl up and scooting over to where Weiss had been moments ago.
Blake suddenly found herself sandwiched between the fiery warm sun, and the morning frost of a cool, late fall morning. She nuzzled herself deeper into the blankets, suddenly finding herself much more at ease than when she had awoken.
“I love you both.”
“Love you too Blakey.”
“I love you too, now go to sleep. I can’t be up all night with out terrifying my employees in the morning.”
Despite being trapped between two seriously different temperatures, Blake never felt so comfortable, and fell soundly asleep for the rest of the night.