Written entirely while listening to Jeff Williams' "Home" RWBY OST

The house was quiet, peaceful even. Not a single ruckus, not a presence to be felt, though it didn't feel abandoned. No, the house wasn't abandoned, it was just sleeping peacefully, waiting for it's owners to get back from the dreamlands. As if this complete silence was a signal, somewhere in the rooms, someone started to wail. It was a young, frail voice desperately calling for a reassuring presence to chase away darkness and fears… the voice of a young baby, its little lungs breathing rapidly as it awakened from what seemed to be a nightmare.

Soon enough, someone else awoken in the house, and rapid footsteps could be heard through the entire building, which from suffocating became comforting. As if the house itself wanted to comfort its occupants. A door creaked open, and a tall, strong woman entered the baby's bedroom slowly humming a bedtime song. A song that had been passed to her by her mother, a song that she would pass to her daughter when times would be right, a song about family and peace.

Her lilac, tired eyes trailed on the bed and on her daughter's perfect skin as she got closer, picking up what had become her hopes, her future… She then started pacing around the room, ever so slowly, hoping to lull her baby back to sleep before the last inhabitant of the small house would wake up. Yang knew it was most unlikely, but perhaps today she could avoid waking the surprisingly slumber-sleeping beauty that was her wife… Perhaps today, or tonight, or whatever time it was, didn't need Blake to wake up.

She kept humming, observing her adoptive daughter with a loving smile. She had blue eyes, and her hair – even if it was sparse – was starting to take a beautiful reddish shade. She looked nothing like her parents but Monty, how much she reminded them of each other. Her wailing had stopped, and she was just cooing, observing her blonde of a mother with a glimpse of curiosity in her eyes. With a renewed smile, Yang thought that she was probably wondering where her other mommy was.

Another sound softly broke the silence of the room, as the door opened again to leave way to an exhausted Blake. A few strands of her cobalt hair were randomly tucked behind her ears, while the rest of it was simply abandoned to their own will, and her black, sleeveless nightgown was half out of place. Her amber eyes, ordinarily so brilliant and living, were somber and tired, and anyone could have thought that she wasn't attentive, if it wasn't for her alert ears moving back and forth as her mother's instincts kicked out sleep.

"Hey beauty…" Yang murmured slowly

"You're flattering me" Blake answered on the same tone, with a smile

"Look who's there? It's mommy"

Still smiling, Yang accepted Blake's gentle tap on her shoulder as a manifestation of her vexation, before passing her daughter to her wife's arms. She didn't know why, but it seemed that Blake was the only one able to send Luna into the kingdom of dreams. Moving closer to the raven-haired deity – at least in her opinion – she slowly placed her arms around her waist, gently accompanying Blake's slow movements and resuming her singing.

Sighing, their daughter finally fell asleep as they both sung softly.

"Yes I know that when I'm with you I'm at home…"