Disclaimer: RWBY and all its characters belong to Rooster Teeth, and this story has no more objetive than entertain

So... I was really trying to focus on writing a lot of other things I need to finish, but inspiration is always stubborn and unpredictable and I just happened to come across a prompt about a college/modern AU at Tumblr... Well, let's just say that I couldn't get this idea out of my head for days, so I ended up going for it yesterday when I found myself waking a little too early xD

The prompt itself is the next one: 1. College/Modern Au - Yang is the selectively mute enigma that loves to skip rocks at a pond alone, sometimes with her sister Ruby. Blake is an art student that would sometimes watch, or sketch, her crush from a far skipping rocks, wanting nothing more than to talk to her. Not knowing Yang is mute or Ruby is her sister.

It just was too good to let it go and I had to try it xD I hope you like It ;) for now I can just confirm Bumbleby as the main pairing, but just a heads up that Prismatic ponytails, Nuts N Dolts, Renora & Arkos are some of the pretty likely to appear as the story unfolds ;)

Muse

She vaguely remembered the time when she loved to draw and paint. It hadn't been so long ago, but it still felt like a lifetime away. The memories of her afternoons walking around her childhood and early teenagehood with a sketchbook under her arm, where any quiet moment was perfect to let her inspiration run wild with either familiar faces and sceneries or worlds came to life from her own imagination.

Ilia had been the center of so many of those artworks when they were younger, her changing colors making her perfect for anything the artist had in mind. Then, Adam had come into the picture with her... And then instead of her. And then there had been no more pictures, before she even had time to think about it.

The black-haired girl shook her head, the black bow on her hair twitching as her cat ears tried to flatten back at the path her brain had chosen to follow. Her right hand closed tightly around the art suplies she had made herself carry that day, barely a couple drawing pencils and a small sharpener, and she looked around searching for a spot to sit on that beautiful park.

She finally decided for a small hill she could spot not too far from where she was standing. It was a perfect high point to see around and hopefully find something that catched her eye enough to awake her artistic desires again. A rather big mahogany tree gave enough shelter from the hot July sun, and when she laid her back against the trunk she pleasingly noted she had a perfect sight of the greenish-blue pond that had catched her eye when she had walked by the day before.

With a content sigh she opened the sketchbook and laid it on her knees, selecting a pencil and leaving the rest of her suplies on the grass by her side, and took a long sight of the landscape.

More than one hour later, the sketchbook was still as empty and new as she had bought it around three weeks ago. Her calm and relaxed smile had merged into what was more of a frustrated grimace, and her amber eyes were glued to her unmoving hand, feeling angry at herself.

She had nothing, not even a glimpse of inspiration, not even the will to draw a single line and see where that could take her. With a defeated groan, she left her hand fall at her side a stared to the blue sky.

It used to be so easy. And it felt so unfair that It wasn't anymore, but what could she do about it? It was just another example of how her life had gone to shit in the past years, and another example of everything he had taken from her.

A small sound distracted her, fortunately. It was like a secuence of almost quiet 'plop', and it didn't take her long to recognize it as the splash of something small breaking the surface of the water.

Her amber eyes moved towards the pond, searching for the source of the noise, and suddenly she felt like the air had been stolen right from inside her lungs. For long seconds she couldn't breath, and she couldn't move, or even think... And she didn't care.

Breathing could have broken the magic of the moment that she definitely wanted to last as much as possible. Moving could have caused the divine creature she was looking at to notice her, and possibly get scared. And thinking would probably make her do something stupid and impulsive, like make herself be seen or even try to cross the space between them and talk to her.

So no, it was probably for the best that all she could do was stare, and enjoy the view. The girl was beautiful like the most impressive work of art. She looked tall and had the perfect curves. Her skin, very much in plain sight with the orange tank top and brown shorts she was wearing, looked absolutely flawless. Her smile was bright And wide, her stance relaxed as she threw another rock at the water, making it bounce five times before drowning. And her hair... Her hair was of the most amazing shade of blonde she had ever seen. It didn't even felt right to call it blonde, or golden, because it was so much more amazing than any of those colors. It was like her hair was the sun itself, It glowed like a warm fire, like there were long fire ribbons falling over her strong shoulders, perfectly framing her silhouette.

The black-haired girl wondered if she would be capable to capture that beautiful glow even with the best art supplies —, those she could only dream about buying —, and the finest techniques.

She knew that the answer was probably no, but she wanted to try anyways.

Without even thinking she looked at her side and took a pencil. She looked back at the sunshine beauty, trying to take everything she could of her before starting to sketch a basic outline, and didn't even stopped to think about the fact that drawing her was easy, and felt like just the right thing to do.

Time passed in silence apart from the splashing of the rocks. The sky had started to turn orange above them, and the simple sketch had evolved into a full picture.

The edge of the water full of reeds, and she had taken her time drawing the waves in the water as a rock bounced on its surface. But the center of the picture was the girl, and most of her time had been used on trying to get the exact curve of her nose, and the way her long hair curled at the tips and how her smile seemed to add an ethereal light to her face.

The young artist sighed and put down her pencil, feeling pleased as she massaged her tired wrist and looked attentively at her drawing. It was far from perfect —, she had lost practice, her pencils were cheap, and pastel drawing had always been her stronger suit —, but she was happy with the outcome. And most of all, she had drawn something for the first time in months, and she was ecstatic about it.

Smile wide and pleased, she wondered if she should try to say something to the girl. She usually liked to ask for permission before using someone as her model, or in this case practically as her muse, it was only fair. She raised her eyes looking for her, and found out a much different image than what she expected.

The girl wasn't alone anymore. She was sitting on the grass supporting herself on both of her hands resting behind her, looking up at the shorter brunette girl that leaned down to her with her hands on the blonde's shoulders.

Who was she? They looked close, awfully close, as the black-haired girl noted feeling her chest surprisingly heavy. Where they friends? No, It was coser than that. Sisters maybe? She wanted to believe it, but she had to admit they didn't look very much alike... Scratch that, they looked nothing alike. Where they a couple? The brunette looked younger than the blonde, but certainly not enough to rule out the possibility or make it wrong in anyway. Why the thought of It being a possibility made her feel so... Weird? Like she was losing something she hadn't know was vital for her until that very moment.

The two girls smiled fondly at eachother, apparently talking for a little while before the new girl straightened and extended a hand to help the other to stand up. The blonde passed an arm around her partner's shoulders as they turned their backs to the third present at the scene, and started their way to the west entrance of the park, leaving a disheartned black-haired artist behind without knowing.

Tbc~

I hope you liked it! I have around three chapters already planned but just this one written so...yeah, I'll try to get next one done as soon as I can ;)

For now... Thanks for reading and happy holidays everybody!

P.S. As a non-native english speaker, any grammar/orthography tips you may have are welcome!