The first time wasn't long after Mica and Lian's 9th birthday, and according to Blake it was absolutely bath time. Mica had already argued her way around it for long enough, and though Lian was much quieter in her despair she dreaded the cotton candy-scented watery torture just as much as her sister. Unfortunately for Mica, Yang had already grabbed her. She'd slung the small girl over her shoulder despite the wriggling and loud protests and carried her towards the bathroom, littering the hall with clothes as she marched onwards before plopping her down into the warm water.
"But Mama…" she whined as she was dropped in, gold-tipped black ears pressed down against her head as Yang stood over her, hands on her hips and a satisfied smirk on her face.
"Hey- the only 'but' I wanna know about is yours getting clean in that tub. Start scrubbin'," Yang ordered before she scooped a washcloth with a few colourful cartoon characters on it out of the soapy water and dropped it on top of her eldest daughter's head with a satisfying splat .
Meanwhile in the girls' room, Blake had cornered Lian. "Stop squirming," she muttered as she finally managed to tug her daughter's pants off. She bundled them up in one hand and turned, shooting them across the room in the direction of the laundry hamper following the shirt she'd already wrestled Lian out of. The small twist gave Lian all the opening she needed, and she took the opportunity that was handed to her. She scooted on the floor and darted around her mother, trying to make a break for the door. Blake reached out half-blindly and her hand barely managed to take hold of Lian's wrist. She tightened her grip and as she tried to pull the girl back towards her Lian's form disappeared entirely from her grasp with a small shudder in the air. Her eyes snapped a few feet forward and all Blake could do was watch in shock as the girl's pastel purple underpants vanished around the door. "Yang!"
Eventually the girls both made it into the bath, they were scrubbed, long hair was washed, and a semi-successful bathtime was finally over. They brushed their teeth, half-heartedly apologised, and were tucked into bed without any further arguments. After they turned off the lights and shut the door, both Blake and Yang made their way downstairs and collapsed onto the couch. Blake closed her eyes and sighed heavily, and Yang reached over to gently squeeze her wife's knee in reassurance. "They can't be good all the time, at least they'll have to take their own showers soon," Yang said with a faint shrug.
"I know, I know. I'm not worried about that," Blake's eyes peeled open slowly, amber locked straight onto Yang. She sighed again and took a moment to steel herself, not really believing what she was about to say but knowing that acknowledging it out loud was better than letting it sit at the back of her mind and worry her. "Lian used my semblance earlier."
Yang's head snapped around, her jaw slack and eyes wide as she stared back at her agitated partner. "You're kidding?"
Dark hair swung from side to side as Blake shook her head, her eyes blinked slowly as she took the time to replay the moment in her mind. "She made a shadow, left it behind and ran. It caught me completely off-guard."
"Uh, well yeah," One of Yang's eyebrows quirked upwards, "If her eyes turned red and her hair started burning I'd be freaked out too."
"Apart from the Schnee's glyphs, I've never seen a hereditary semblance before. I didn't inherit mine from my parents?" Blake shifted in her seat to bring up her knees and tucked her feet beneath herself on the couch. Yang simply shrugged.
"I guess these things just… happen sometimes? I mean, the glyphs had to start somewhere?"
