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youllallriseintheink · 3 years

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Like a Heart Needs a Beat, chapter 1.

Hello, everyone. This is part one of two of an Abby x Lacie story. The first chapter is pretty much just going to be pure fluff, and next chapter the ink-related angst will kick in.

This story, and the next two two-part shipping stories I write, will be “canon” to my version of events.

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It wouldn’t have been the first time that Bertrum had dragged Lacie to one of the parties he hosted, but that didn’t mean that she had to like it. She got it, she really did- Bertrum thought she deserved to experience the finer things in life (some of which, to be fair, Lacie did enjoy), and didn’t get that no amount of exposure would make her enjoy this. Still, as she was now, forced into a suit once owned by Bertrum’s son and listening to Bertrum trade compliments that were really insults (or whatever they were. They had a strange way of communicating with each other that Lacie didn’t think she wanted to understand) with his client while dozens of men were flirting with each others’ trophy wives in the background, she felt out of place and a little irritated at Bertrum for insisting she come. It was as Joey and Bertrum were getting especially petty that Lacie just had to look away, and across the room, Lacie saw a woman who looked twice as miserable as she was and only slightly more in-her-element.

Lacie approached her. It was a pretty girl, despite looking like she was completely done with this party. She was wearing a grey suit, clearly tailored for her, and had short, curly hair, dark eyes, clear, dark skin. Her body was pretty nice, too. Yeah, Lacie was going to do this.

“Hey,” Lacie said, “You look like you could use some air. Want me to show you a place where we can get away from the party for a while?”

The woman slowly turned her head to look at her. “Sure. Why not?” she replied without changing expression. Lacie would have to hope that would change and that the woman wasn’t just a natural sourpuss.

Lacie smiled. “Come with me.”

Bertrum was a nice man. He allowed Lacie to step out of parties when she needed to, and even gave her one heck of a place to go when she did: Bertrum’s bird room.

Bertrum loved birds. Bertrum raised birds. It was his favourite hobby. The bird room contained two cages of small, pet-store birds, a larger cage for his doves, and a number of nests for his other birds- three chickens, two ducks, a goose, a swan, and (out of place as they looked amongst the farm fowl) two peafowl. It was easy to keep so many pets when you could pay people to look after them. The bird room opened up to an outdoor enclosure, but this time of day they were all in their nests.

“Pretty cool, right?” Lacie said. “Wanna feed em’? I’m the host’s plus-one. Don’t worry, he won’t mind.”

The woman seemed pretty impressed. “Sure,” she replied.

Lacie showed her to the plastic barrel of dried corn in the corner. The birds crowded them, eager, which made them laugh.

After they’d spent a while feeding the birds, the woman had cheered up significantly, and so Lacie tried to make conversation.

“So. My name’s Lacie. And you know why I’m here. What’s your name, and why are you here? And why don't you want to be here? Because it's obvious you don't.”

The woman rolled her eyes. “Abby Lambert. Nice to meet you, Lacie. I’m here because Joey Drew begged me to be his plus one so he wouldn’t have to come alone. And... instead of telling people that I was his friend or his coworker, or lying and telling people I was his girlfriend, he made up this lie that I’d won a contest to get to go with him. That I was his biggest fan. I’ll be honest- that pissed me off. He didn’t think it was right for his image, I guess."

“Oof, that sucks. You know, I’m just one of Bertrum’s engineers, and I don’t know an eighth of the high society stuff he does, but he would still never do that.”

“Thanks. And thanks for taking me out for some air.”

“No problem.”

It was a few more minutes of feeding birds before Lacie decided to throw her shot. “If Joey wants to be a jerk he can stay here on his own. Wanna get out of here?”

Abby looked Lacie up and down, and suddenly Lacie wished she were wearing something a little more revealing than this ill-fitting suit- especially since Abby’s was accentuating every curve of her body. But Abby clearly liked what she saw.

“Yeah. Yeah, that would be nice.”

The two took a cab to Abby’s apartment, where they spent the night.

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After the one-night stand, Abby had left Lacie her number. If one night was good, why not make it several? And then, Lacie had surprised her by asking her out. To an art museum.

“You like art, right? It’s not just a job? I mean, I wouldn’t want you taking me to a construction site.”

God, she was a dork. A muscular, handsome dork. Abby had to roll her eyes at herself for being so caught up on a woman, but she eventually broke down and asked Joey a few pointed questions during their lunch break a few days before the date. “So, Mr. Romantic- can you give me some tips about how to sweep a woman off her feet? I’m meeting someone tonight.”

Joey had smiled teasingly at her. “Oh, my. The ever-serious Abby Lambert is lovestruck!”

“You’re gross. It was good sex. That’s all.”

“Right. That’s why you came to me for advice. Well, I’d say just be natural. Be friendly, make jokes, find common interests, all that common-sense stuff. And then at the end of the night invite her over for some wine and radio, read her signs, and that’s when you start getting physical.” Joey suddenly went from smiling and talking with his hands to being much more serious. “Oh, and... I’m sorry about the other night. You know how it is... I respect you, the art department respects you, but I can’t trust random people to do so, and I can’t avoid interacting with people who won’t.”

He didn’t even have to say that it was because she was a black woman. It was the same reason why Joey had promoted someone else ahead of her as head of the art department- he hadn’t trusted that the others would accept her authority. But, after she’d handled the art department while her ex-superior was on vacation and there hadn’t been any problems, Joey had snatched the promotion right out of his hands and put it in Abby’s. Not fair to the ex-head of the art department, but Joey rarely was. Even if he wasn’t perfect, though, he was still one of the few in this day and age who would hand a high position to her under any circumstance, and one of the few she could discuss her relationships with.

“Maybe we should just not talk about that. See you soon, Joey.” Why think about that when Abby had more cheerful things to think about?

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When Lacie showed up to the art museum, she was wearing a leather jacket, scuffed jeans, and heavy boots. She’d definitely stand out in a dainty place like this.

“So, do you know anything about art?” Abby asked as they went to the first section, which featured a number of surrealist paintings.

“Not a thing!” Lacie admitted, not at all ashamed. “Are you the type who likes to teach, or the type who just wants me to shut up and enjoy it on the level I’m at?”

“I... guess I wouldn’t mind explaining some things.”

“Okay. So, this one,” Lacie gestured at a painting of half-melted clocks hanging off of tree branches and the like. “It must represent something real deep, right?”

“Well, there’s more to art than symbolism, and surrealist stuff doesn’t have to have a deeper meaning. But... maybe it means that time just melts away when you’re having fun.”

It was midnight before Abby was back in her apartment. The museum had closed before they’d felt like any time had passed, and so they’d gone for a walk together in the city and stopped at whatever shops caught their eyes. It had been fun.

Abby’s apartment was the apartment of a chronically single woman in her thirties who had made it. It was clean and organized, but not too clean and organized. It had a large window overlooking the city in the living room, and near it, an eisel had been set up, with a half-done painting on it of a sunset over a city skyline. There was a rack of oft-used wine glasses in the kitchen, lesser-used exercise equipment in the laundry room. Abby’s bedroom contained her collection of houseplants, two floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, and a closet full of suits her mom had tailored for her at a reduced cost.

Joey had always said that he never wanted to get married because he didn’t want to share space with anyone else. Abby had rolled her eyes and punched his arm for that. Joey was always coming up with reasons why he didn’t want a relationship, and none of them were true. Abby, on the other hand, had just assumed and accepted that it just wouldn’t happen. The chances were against it unless she made it a priority in her life, and she was focused on career and art. Could it really happen with this hooligan? It was hard to imagine letting her into this apartment- this apartment of a woman who had made it- on a permanent basis. But, maybe. Only time would tell.

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Things went from there. They continued to date for over a year. Abby taught Lacie how to draw, and Lacie taught Abby how to fight. They started spending more nights than not over at each other’s places. Joey still didn’t know about it, because Abby knew how jealous Joey got when it came to relationships. Shawn on the other hand definitely knew, and teased the hell out of Lacie for it and later came to Lacie for help with his own relationship once he got into one.

Christmas that year, Shawn had scrapped together enough funds to visit Ireland. This was a problem, because Shawn and Lacie usually spent their Christmases together. As per usual, Lacie didn’t have the means to visit her home state of Alpaccia, so it looked like it would be a lonely Christmas for her.

“You want to come visit my family?” Abby offered as Lacie had been complaining about it.

“Yeah. I’d love that,” Lacie admitted. She hadn’t had a Christmas with a real family in... well, a long time, at any rate.

Abby’s family consisted of her mother and her two-years older brother, who had brought a wife and two kids. The father had died in the war while Abby was a child. They had a traditional Christmas together- old Christmas records, decorating a tree, staying up late to play cards and chat once Abby’s niece and nephew were in bed until they could barely keep their eyes open, and then watching the kids open their presents in the morning.

It kind of hurt Lacie to see such a beautiful family, but it was nice, too. It hurt because she remembered having to go off to her friends’ houses when her parents were too high to remember to feed her. She remembered having to make her own doctor’s appointments at the age of nine, and running off to live with her big sister at fourteen. But it was still nice to be there, just because it was.

As they were packing up in the guest bedroom, Lacie started crying, and Abby took notice. She’d never seen her cry before.

“What’s wrong?

“Nothing,” she said, and thankfully Abby had left her alone about it.

It was a week later, after Lacie had had some time to think, that she made her offer. “Abby, I want to start a family with you. I know we can’t get married in the traditional sense, but we can get a place together, find some man to give us a kid, and stay together for the rest of our lives. I could even buy you a ring if you want. Do you wanna do this?”

Abby was awestruck. “Lacie... oh my God, yes. Let’s do it.”

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #abby lambert #lacie benton #lacie x abby #my fanfiction #joey drew #thanks to lovelykitten2017 for the Bertrum headcanon!#(the one of him owning lots of birds)

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razorblade180 · 4 years

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Shackles pt2: Long time no see

Heat, blistering heat almost intolerable by man. Oh how Blake missed it, The sun beamed down over the evenly tanned High Leader as she sat comfortably on the docks. Patiently watching a ship approach while she spoke on her scroll.

Blake:I see a ship with the word pride on it? Is that the one you’re on?

Yang:Yep! Try to look inside the captain space!

She held her hand up to block the sun and squinted the best she could. It was a little difficult but she could make out an interesting site. Behind the wheel of the ship was her dorky blonde hair companion wearing the captain’s hat and swaying her hips.

Blake:Are you.....are you driving the boat!?

Yang:I beat the entire crew in cards so they had to teach me! I’m gonna dock the ship!

Captain:No you won’t!!!

Yang:I am not gonna be the one to dock the ship..... I’m keeping the hat though!

Captain:Fine!

Blake:*giggles* See you in a few minutes.

Yang:More like seconds...

Blake jumped slightly as the sound of a shotgun blast echoed through the air. The intense heat was momentarily blocked as a shade was covered over her. A smile spread gently as she looked up to see Yang free falling while wearing the aviators the blonde couldn’t seem to live without. Blake spread her arms wide and caught her partner; the two beginning to spin around and laugh before falling. The wildness of it all only making their laughter stronger. Anyone around might’ve thought them crazy but honestly it’s a fair assumption to make after all they’ve been through. Yang is the first to get up and takes Blake’s hand to lift her.

Yang:How’d you like my entrance?

Blake:Hmmmm seven out of ten. Needs a better landing strategy.

Yang:That just means you should brace for impact next time. You look good. As in like healthiness that is! Not to say that you don’t actually look good. *rubbing her head* I mean that tan is really-

The cat faunus’s finger slowly goes over her rambling mess of a partner. Yang stares at Blake who is shaking her head playfully. Thoroughly enjoying how fast the conversation spiraled out of control.

Blake:Thank you. I see you’re doing well too. Glowing even.

Yang:Hehehe, aren’t I always?

Blake:Ooooo loaded question. Come on, let’s walk and talk. *walking backwards*

Yang:Pfft, after that insult? Oh how you wound me.

Blake:Be wounded as you walk.

Yang couldn’t believe her ears. Was she being teased? Her of all people? Not just that, but Blake has already gotten a move on so Yang couldn’t even respond back in defiance. Truly she was cornered. Yang had no choice but to follow her. No way she could just let Blake get one over on her like that.

Blake walked with a little bit of a hop in her steps as she passed all her neighbors. Her hands cuffed together and behind her back. It was easy Yang’s foot steps quickly get closer and not slowing down a beat. Patiently Blake watched Yang’s shadow get closer and closer until it was about to touch hers. Right at the last moment, Blake used her semblance to sidestep and watched Yang almost fall forward. The blonde looked to her left to see Blake continue facing forward and trying not to laugh.

Yang:Well look at you. *smiles* All playful and what not. Is this what happens when war is completely over?

Blake:This is what happens when I sleep in my own bed! Which is what I need with all the work being done around here.

Yang:Yeah, starting a new organization seems pretty complicated. Don’t know how you’re managing.

Blake:My dad fortunately. We might still be in the planning stages but it’s pretty well developed because of him. We’re organized, ready to motivate, and the word of group is already around Remnant. Some officials have already visited to see me. Atlas is now reshaping all of faunus related worksites.

Yang:Wow, big moves for sure.

Blake:Very big. Unfortunately we’ve also met a fair share of people who are just fine with how things were and some willing to get violent.

Yang:Makes since. Atlas wasn’t built in a day. It’s still amazing what progress can happen in a couple years.

Blake:As much as I would like to believe that, I can’t. This change that’s been happening. Me in power, it’s been building up for decades. Cooperation, ideals, everything with-

Yang:Gee, you really got your speech skills down packed.

Blake:*red* Hehehehe, you get what I’m saying though.

Yang:Yep, I also get that all of it still needed someone to push all that build up. You’re responsible for this just as much as everyone else.

Blake:......... You know that includes you too right?

Yang:Me!?

Blake:Without you and everyone else I wouldn’t have made it this far. Thanks, you’ve been a big help .

Yang:Yeah? Well... *turns away* all I did was punch a few things. Crack a few jokes, pushed the boundary. No big deal.

Blake:Boy, Jaune sure has mellowed you out.

Yang:*turns back* You take that back! I’m as amped up as ever.

Blake:If you say so.

Has Jaune mellowed her out? Maybe. Yang never thought about it too much. She’s pretty much the same as she’s always been in her head. There might be a few differences but little ones. Well....as of now anyways. Blake however...

Yang:Sun seems to have brighten your life up.

Blake:*stops walking* Yeah. He’s wonderful....

Yang:No doubt. I mean I’m the end, you chose him and all.

Blake:.....

Blake:This conversation was unavoidable wasn’t it?

Yang:Don’t wanna talk about it?

Blake:It’s not that I don’t. It’s just that you literally got here minutes ago to visit me after all this time. I don’t want to blow this with you. I miss my best friend.

Yang:I know. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t miss mine too. So if we really miss each other then we should clear the air. Now then, how is Sun? Don’t hold anything back this time. In case you forgot... *lifts wedding ring* I’m not exactly single and pinning over you dork. *smiles*

Blake:Are you sure? I don’t want to sound rude to you or any-

Yang:You can gush over him...

Blake:*blushing* I’m stupidly in love with him. Like I can’t take it and thinking about it is even more wonderful because I get to tell you.

Yang:*hugs her* I see he’s made you extra emotional.

Blake:Shut up. *hugging her tight* Gods I’m so happy you’re here.

Yang:So am I. Now can you finally show me your house and look at me for more than three seconds.

Blake:Deal. *wiping her eyes* Phew, Welcome to Menagerie!

Yang:Glad to be here.

Blake couldn’t explain it but suddenly things felt different; the heat....didn’t feel intense anymore. The two of them continued chatting as they went to Blake’s home. Both of them making up for lost time by telling stories of crazy missions and hilarious ways both of their parents reacted about the men in their lives as they approached the front door.

Blake:Hahahaha! Tai really challenged Jaune to fight when he proposed?

Yang:I shit you not. One minute Jaune is on one knee with a beautiful sunset proposing. Next thing I know I’m watching him roll out the way and grabbing his shield as my dad is leaping of our roof performing a rider kick. That sunset went from romantic to a dual in almost no time at all.

Blake:I thought your dad liked Jaune.

Yang:He loves him to bits. Doesn’t stop him from going dad mode with every huge milestone.

Blake:Sounds about right. My dad constantly looks like he wants to suplex Sun just for holding my hand.

Yang:Does that mean I should expect a wrestle mania wedding? Can I be the announcer!!!?

Blake:Uhhh sure. If marriage is on the table....

Yang:If? What does that mean?

Blake:You know....if. Just if it happens.

Yang:......

Blake:....What’s up?

Yang:What’s up with you? One minute your laughing and now you’re getting all...Blakey

Blake:I’m just not real big on marriage and “getting Blakey” should not be a term.

Yang:Why not? The marriage thing, not the term. Aren’t you in love with him?

Blake:I am but so much is happening. So much is always happening. My whole life has been jumping from one rebellious group fighting for freedom to the next. I can tell he’s up for it which only makes me feel bad! Trying to change the world as I am now is already daunting and hard to do at times. Being married, all the legal and perception changes that come with it is just another layer. Maybe if things slow down....

Yang:You never slow down. Ruby pumps the brakes more than you and that’s saying something. Plus you’re always changing as far as perception goes and so do the things around you. What’s one more to the list. This one is vow that you would never do it alone. I don’t know about you but that’s a change I think everyone needs. After all, who knows what it could bring? A mess or the answer you’ve been looking for.

Blake:.....I’ve told you that I’m really glad you’re here right?

Yang:About a thousand times. You can tell me it more once we’re inside.

Blake:*Grabs knob* Sounds like you everything in life figured out.

Yang:Hehe almost everything. One thing I actually wanted to talk about was how I’m-

Blake:Something is wrong.....

Yang:Huh?

Blake:The door. It’s not locked.

Yang:Your parents?

Blake:Dad’s on trip until later today. I know I didn’t forget to lock it.

Yang:Blake. Look at the ground.

Sand was all over the the doormat. Blake slowly opened up the door carefully; sand was on the otherside too. Someone had broken in and by the way Blake’s ears started to perk up they were still hanging around. Her left hand moved to rest on her sword as she pushed the door open some more. No one was there and the lights were still turned off.

Blake:Looks like I have an unexpected guest.

Yang:Who would be bold enough to break into here? A radical like the ones you mentioned?

Blake:Don’t know. Let’s find out. Scouting formation.

The two of them walked into the house with Blake in front and sword drawn. Yang was crouched lower and behind her using her hair to dimly light the surrounding area. If Yang was looking in one direction then Blake looked the other. Each step synchronized perfectly. Time might have had effected their feelings but not the years of team work. Ruby made sure to drill each formation into their very being. It’s what kept the alive; in more ways then one.

Blake abruptly stopped and looked at the ceiling. One ear wiggled while the other motioned back and forth to communicate with Yang. The intruder was upstairs and moving forward to the staircase to walk back time. Perfect timing for them. Yang slowly backed up and closed the front door quietly to once again fill the room in absolute darkness. Not one sound was made by them. Right now the space around them was nothing but an abyss with the sound of old wood creaking like bones. Blake reeled gambol shroud back towards the floor. The instant the tip of blade tapped the ground the plan was set up. Yang’s hair lit up like a Christmas tree and flashed the entire room in less than a second. The flash bang caused the intruder to cover their eyes in shock and was rewarded with Blake driving her leg sweep theirs as well as a blade to the throat the moment they fell.

Blake:I got em!!!!!

Yang:*opens door* Good, now let’s see who-.... you!?

Jacquelyn:Ow...Nlice to see you too.

Blake:Jacquelyn!? What are you- how are you here? *picking her up*

Jacquelyn:Wrong questions. The only thing that matters is why I’m here. I need your help Blake. It’s Adam; he’s missing.

Blood felt like ice at those words. The more light that was let in showed the young maiden’s condition. Her clothes were noticeably soiled. Not to mention how much of a mess her hair was. It was frizzled their was tiredness in her eyes; body tense with anxiousness. This wasn’t a prank or a dream. You don’t meet someone you haven’t seen in a couple years for that.

Blake:Missing? What do you mean missing?

Jacquelyn:I...I don’t know!? I was out getting food and ended up hunting all through the night. Moment I come home he’s...he’s just not there! There wasn’t a note or anything! Not even foot prints because of the sand and-

Blake:Wait wait wait......sand? He vanished here in Menagerie? Why would you come here?

Jacquelyn:We......we’ve sort of been living in the desert.

Blake:You’ve been here the whole time!?

Jacquelyn:There’s not many places we could go! The world thinks he’s dead so we thought we should go someplace no one goes to. The desert here is like hiding in plan sight.

Blake:Do you have any idea what would happen specifically someone here sees him!? So many things would be called into question. I might be called into question...

Jacquelyn:Listen, I did not come here for a lecture Blake.

Yang:Then why did you come here? No offense but he’s got another thing coming if he’s trying to-

Jacquelyn:Help me.

Blake:What?

Jacquelyn:I want....I need your help to find him. You know I wouldn’t ask unless I meant it.

Yang:Take it from me, chasing people who run away is a waste of time.

Jacquelyn:He didn’t run away! Something else happened.

Blake:*eyes widened* Something else like what? Abduction?

Jacquelyn:I..... don’t know. Maybe? Or a grimm caught him off gaurd.

Yang:You’re joking right? Do you really think-

Jacquelyn:Hey! Last time I checked I wasn’t talking to you so butt out! *eyes glowing*

Yang:Watch your tone with me.....*red*

Both women glared intensely as Yang walked closer before Blake’s arm held her back for the sake of the house. She helped Jacquelyn up then stood in between them.

Blake:Calm down! Both of you!

Yang:....She started it. *crosses arms*

Blake:Yang, please....

Yang:......Sigh *lilac*

Jacquelyn:*calming down* I apologize. If you haven’t noticed I’m a bit one edge. Not really making a strong case for why I should get help.

Yang:Yeah no kidding. Do you have any proof that he’s been taken anyways.

Jacquelyn:N...no..... I just ugh, he wouldn’t simply run off okay!? He’s not like that. Not at all. Blake you believe me right? *takes her hand*

Blake:Well, I couldn’t say. Wouldn’t be the worst thing he’s done. Jacquelyn maybe he was bidding his time to-

Jacquelyn:*tearing up*Things are different. He’s changing; really changing. I’m not saying Adam is a brand new person or doesn’t have things to iron out but there’s no way he’s just gone. I’d put it on my mother’s grave. So please, help me find him.

Blake:.....

Blake:I can help when my parents get out the meeting.

Yang:Huh!?

Blake:I’ll go to your house and see if there’s anything you mi-

Yang:Wait! Just.....

Yang grabs her arm and walks her a few feet from Jacquelyn and keeps her voice low.

Blake:What?

Yang:There’s no way you’re actually helping with this are you?

Blake:So what if I am?

Yang:So what if- this is Adam Taurus we’re talking about. He’s really someone you are about to go on a search for after getting rid of him? Do you really believe he’s different? Doesn’t she sound like a certain someone?

Blake:I get that it sounds crazy.

Yang:Insane actually.

Blake:But what if it’s true? What if.... he is different? You were there with me when we broke Jacquelyn out. Even back then something felt strange about him.

Yang:Because we thought he was dead until that moment! Blake are you even listening to yourself? We’re supposed to be reconnecting. When I wanted to reminisce about the past this wasn’t what I had in mind.

Blake:I know. That’s why I’m not making you tag along.

Yang:Time hasn’t been well to you if you honestly think I’m not going. For all you know it could be a trap she’s in on. It took two of us to beat him after some chance circumstances. Now we have a maiden to deal with. Are you really gonna take that chance?

Blake:.......

Blake:Yang.......I can’t walk away from this. Trap or not, I have to see it with my own eyes.

Yang:........*shaking*

Blake:........

Yang:Damnit, always feisty about the most dangerous things.

Blake:You used to love it.

Yang:I still do. A lot more things to lose this time around though, but I guess that’s always been the case. The moment I think this is a wild goose chase then I’m out. Hopefully by that point so are you.

Blake:You still don’t have to go at all.

Yang:We must be out of touch if you really think that’s a choice. *looks at Jacquelyn* Have you eaten? You look starving.

Jacquelyn:I..I haven’t eaten at all today. Everything has been happening so fast.

Yang:Yeah well it looks like things are about to get faster. Wash up and eat. We’ll head out at dusk. I’m gonna make sure I have everything I need. *walks off*

Jacquelyn:Thank you.....

Yang:I’m not doing this for you. *closes door*

Blake:Hey, let’s get you cleaned up okay?

Jacquelyn:*nods* I’m grateful, truly I am.

Blake:Well this is as big of a deal for you as it is for me.

She said nothing else as she walked off to the bathroom. Blake tried to hide it but there was doubt on her face. Who could blame her? Jacquelyn sure couldn’t, but there was no one else who she could turn to. Her hands were tied and she was running on borrowed time. It took all her strength to hold back her tears she gently held her stomach.

Jacquelyn:(I wouldn’t be too sure of that....)

#rwby shackles #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #adam taurus #my oc’s #jacquelyn frost #rwby #rwby blacksun #rwby dragonslayer

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