No bees in here, but Weiss has something to say.
Blake is gone. She's gone and all that Weiss can do is go on and on saying nasty, vile things about the faunus. Like you don't know that the White Fang are a bunch of jerks, and that they intimidate and threaten people until they get what they want. It's common knowledge that they're an awful organisation. But you know Blake, and Blake is most certainly not awful.
"I don't see why we have to find her, she obviously feels guilty about something and I for one don't think that searching for a member of the White Fang is a productive use of our-"
"Shut up!" You finally snap, turning to face Weiss. Your semblance sparks around you, your skin burning as hot as your temper and the bile in the back of your throat. Her skin turns a shade paler and she swallows as her ice-blue eyes widen to take you in. Your rage has never been aimed at her before, and it knocks the confidence right out of her for a moment. "Blake said she isn't with the White Fang any more, and we need to find her."
Weiss steadies herself and folds her arms across her chest. "Why? She's still a faunus, and they are all deviants, criminals, and murderers."
"She's my partner, and she's scared!" You clench your fists at your sides and will your arms to stay there despite the itch in your muscles that begs you to lash out and silence the icy bitch. "And it's no wonder with people like you spewing such garbage."
You shake your head and take a deep breath, centering yourself and letting the fury seep away, out of your flesh and into the air. You can't hit her, she's your teammate and your friend, but the malice in her voice is forming a ball of pain in your skull. You feel your skin cool, and the sparks settle to a simmer below the surface. "I don't care what you think, Weiss. I need to make sure she's safe, I need to protect her, I need her to know that people care about her and that she doesn't have to be afraid of being herself." Weiss looks at you, her eyes losing their defiance and instead staring into you with a look you can't place. "She needs to know she's…" Your sentence trails off and instead of muttering the words you wish you could, you turn around sharply and walk away with complete ambivalence as to whether she follows you or not.
"Oh my God." She balks from behind you, her voice high-pitched and echoing sharply around the empty street. "You're in love with her."
You stop dead in your tracks and you can feel the colour instantly drain from your face. A sick, heavy feeling makes itself known in the pit of your stomach and threatens to rocket everything you've ever eaten onto the sidewalk.
"You can't tell anyone." The words fall from your mouth instead, and you can hear the sharp click of her heels as she walks up to face you. She reluctantly pats you on the shoulder and gives you a genuine and sympathetic glance.
"Let's go find Blake."
Prompts on tumblr BeeEssL are always appreciated.
