Prompt #2 - Blake and yang are both goddesses, Yang is the goddess of light well Blake is the goddess of Darkness. One day Yang in the middle of answering someone's prayers she meets Blake and grows fond of her, Blake on the other hand pretends that she doesn't like Yang's company. Yang continue to visit Blake until one day she doesn't visit at all Blake suddenly gets worried and goes to check on yang.
It was a beautiful afternoon in the heavenly palace of Mount Beacon. Yang, the goddess of Light, lounged under a fig tree with her eyes closed, going over the prayers she had received for the day. A prayer came in from an Atlesian general for victory in battle against the Vacuans. The general had made many offerings on her temple's altar so Yang was willing to answer his prayer.
One victory coming up, Yang thought. She spread her arms with her palms facing the sky and let the godly energy flow through her body to change the tides of fortune. The scales were tipping in the Atlesian's favour when she felt another energy blocking her. The energy felt cool and dark, opposite in nature to hers.
Yang furrowed her brow and tried to channel more energy, but the harder she pushed, the harder the other energy pushed back. She let out a frustrated grunt. A power of that magnitude must be from a god, Yang reasoned. She thought she could faintly feel where it was coming from. Resolved to find the source, Yang began following the energy trail to where she felt it strongest.
It led her to a large deep cave on the lower tier on the east side of the mountain. She walked down a winding path from the entrance to an enormous open chamber. Yang marveled at the sight. The ceiling was airy figment of dark-blue indigo with twinkling lights dotting the artificial sky like stars, a cave of perpetual night.
So caught up in her strange and beautiful surroundings, she almost didn't notice a goddess in the form of a young dark haired girl in flowing black robes, sitting in a branch of a large leafless tree, reading a book. So this was where the dark energy was coming from.
Yang approached the base of the tree. "Hey, are you the one helping the Vacuans in the battle against the Atlesians?"
"What if I am?" the goddess asked, keeping her gaze on her book.
"The Vacuans are bad news. You're helping the wrong side. They attacked the Atlesian cites-"
"After the Atlesians burned their fleet," she retorted. "There's no such thing as good or evil in war. Just a horde of foolish mortals trying to kill each other."
"Oh…"
For a long moment, they stayed in their respective positions in silence. The battle was ending soon, with their conflicting energies, the tide of fortune did not change for either side. It ended in a draw.
Meh, Yang thought, better luck next time. She was far more interested in the dark-haired goddess in front of her. She was beautiful, midnight tresses in gentle waves flowing over her lithe shoulders. Her eyes were an intriguing shade of amber and she had the most adorable pair of cat ears on the top of her head.
"What's your name?"
The goddess looked annoyed to be distracted from her book. She sighed. "Blake."
"That's a cool name!" Yang gestured to herself with her thumb. "I'm Yang! The goddess of Ligh-"
"I know who you are," Blake said, cutting her off. You're Yang, the goddess of Light. Taiyang's golden child. Goddess of light, happiness, pretty hair and parties." Blake wrinkled her nose. "You're as bad as Bacchus."
"You think I'm just a dumb party god?" Yang asked, sounding slightly hurt. "Well I'll have you know I'm more than meets-"
"The eye," Blake sighed, interrupting her again. "I heard your song hymn."
Yang stared at her indignantly with her mouth open. "I… You know for someone who pretends not to care, you sure know a lot about me!"
Blake hummed nonchalantly as she directed her attention back to her book.
Yang threw her hands up and stomped off.
"This goddess is a lost cause," Blake heard Yang say as she walked away. She smirked and turned the page.
Blake figured she wouldn't see Yang again after her last encounter but to her surprise, the blonde goddess showed up the next day.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, I'm looking for some decent conversation," Yang said confidently with a wink.
"Why?" Blake asked. "Why here? Why me?"
"You seem like a cool person and I want to get to know you better."
Blake sighed. "Not interested."
"Wha?"
"And can you stop glowing? You're ruining the atmosphere in here."
Yang looked down at the light being emitted from her body. "Um, I can't help it."
"Typical. Of course you don't have full control of your powers."
Yang muttered something like "I'll show you typical," under her breath and stomped away.
Blake was doubly surprised when Yang showed up yet again the next day to her dwelling. She reluctantly accepted her presence for no other reason except a brief reprieve from the monotony. The blonde talked non-stop, asking her questions, telling her about her hobbies, what she liked to do, and her younger sister Ruby.
With her incessant ramblings, Blake learned a few things about the goddess of Light. She didn't party as much as everyone thought she did and the number of lovers she had was greatly exaggerated. Despite Blake's initial misgivings about the goddess, she started to… Like Yang...
Her enthusiasm was infectious and she genuinely seemed honest and caring, but Blake would never tell her that. Friends were a complication that she didn't need at the moment. She knew everyone, no matter how good or caring they seemed at the time, eventually they were destined to let you down one way or another.
"Don't you ever stop talking?" Blake asked one day after Yang had spent the last fifteen minutes talking about how pretty the cave rocks were and how cool it was that they glowed in the dark.
"Nope, hehe."
Yang loved hanging out in Blake's cave. Everything had an elegant sort of beauty and she liked talking to Blake, even if she was a little sarcastic at times. Well, maybe all the time. But Yang had to admit, it was very dark inside, always dimly lit in a state of twilight.
Yang thought the cave would look better with a bit more light, so she used her power to make one of the artificial stars brighter. It shined like a sun, illuminating the cave.
"What are you doing," Blake hissed, marching right up to Yang.
"I just thought this place could use more light."
"I am a goddess of the Dark. I belong in the shadows."
"Oh come on, why would you want to pigeon-hole yourself like that."
"Change it back."
"Geez, okay. Sorry, alright?" Yang said, undoing the light.
"What gives you the right? To waltz in here and…" Turn my life upside down by making me look forward to your visits. By making me like you! She never wanted to rely on anyone again, not after that last time where her trust was so sorely misplaced. She didn't want or need Yang around, in fact she hated her at that moment.
"Get out," Blake said.
"I said I was sorry!"
"I want to be left alone."
Yang didn't move. Blake glared at her angrily until the blonde acquiesced and started to leave.
"I don't even know why I try," Yang whispered to herself.
If Blake was surprised before, she was downright flabbergasted now. She had been crass and downright rude to Yang, but here she was again, pretending like nothing happened. Blake didn't understand her all, was she a glutton for punishment?
"Yang… What are you doing here? I told you, I want to be left alone."
"I don't think that's really what you want. I think you're just scared."
"Oh please, what could I possibly be scared of?"
"Scared to let someone in."
Blake scoffed but she was inordinately unsettled at how close she got to the truth.
"But don't worry, I won't give up. I'll come every day until you're not scared anymore. It's a promise."
Blake was shaken by the earnestness in Yang's voice. "Spare me the punishment," she managed to say.
"Haha no. You're stuck with me. See you tomorrow, Blake," Yang said with a wave.
Blake forced herself to scowl after her but secretly she was pleased.
But Yang didn't show up the next day or the two after that. Did her persistence finally wear off? Did she just lose interest? Good, Blake thought. She told herself she was glad to be rid of her. The world was full of broken promises, why should Yang be any different?
She tried not to care, but her heart betrayed her. She missed Yang. Even though the blonde had undone the spell, the star that she had put her light into always shone brighter than the rest. It reminded Blake of her every time she looked at it.
It wasn't like Yang not to keep her word. Did something happen?
Against her better judgment, she left the cave and went looking for her. As she made her way up to Mount Beacon, she saw an acquaintance she once knew, Sun Wukong, the monkey demi-god.
"Blake! Long time no see. What have you been up to? Still reading books in your cave?"
"I'm actually looking for someone right now. Have you seen Yang the goddess of Light?"
"I can't say I have. I heard she's been missing for a few days. Probably off on a rager or something."
Blake grabbed his arm suddenly. "She is not like that."
"Ow, okay! I didn't know you two were friends."
"We're not. She just visits me sometimes."
"Well I'm sorry I can't be more help. I don't know where she is."
Now Blake was really worried. The other gods and goddesses hadn't seen her either. Where could she be? She knew Yang had first found her by tracing her energy signal, maybe she could do the same thing to find Yang. Blake closed her eyes and tried to sense her. Nothing.
She tried again, this time thinking about the things that made her unique; her infuriatingly incessant positive attitude, the lopsided smile that never seemed to fall even when she tried to put her off, the endless feeling of warmth and kindness she gave off every time she was near.
Blake thought she felt a pin point of her energy far away. She followed it down a long and winding path to a neighboring mountain. She slowed her pace as she hiked up a steep incline to a large open ledge against the cliff face, feeling the energy signal grow even stronger.
There she was, staring at the sky, sitting on the ground with her knees out in front of her, her wrists in dark metal shackles that were chained to a boulder. With her face illuminated by a single beam from the sun, Yang looked every bit the glorious light goddess that she was. Beautiful, Blake thought.
Yang didn't see her yet, too caught up with watching the clouds. Looking closer, Blake noticed a raven perched beside her, pecking her arm. That's kind of weird, Blake thought. She materialized her Vulcan forged black steel sword in case the captor was nearby and walked into the sunlight, into Yang's view.
"Blake?"
Yang looked genuinely surprised to see her.
"Who did this to you?" Blake asked, examining the heavy shackles around her wrists. She frowned at the red marks on her skin.
"I got into a fight with my mom," Yang said sheepishly. "She wanted me to join her tribe by becoming a dark type goddess… I refused and well, she chained me up here to teach me a lesson."
"That's terrible. And the raven?"
"My mother sends a raven everyday to peck at my right arm as a reminder of her. Mostly, it just annoys me…"
Yang looked down at the black bird pecking her bicep.
"Would you buzz off?" Yang snapped suddenly. "Can't you see I'm trying to have a conversation here?"
The raven squawked and flew off.
"Some people's kids…" Yang muttered. "So Blake… What are you doing here?"
"I…" Blake said thickly. There was no going back now. "I came to save you," she whispered inaudibly.
Yang heard her anyways and her face split into a huge shit-eating grin. "My hero."
"You know what, never mind I can just leave you here," Blake huffed, turning to leave.
"No, don't go!" Yang lifted her shackles. "Can you take these off? Only dark type magic can release the spell."
"Oh. Sure."
Blake waved her hand over her bounds and the chains broke to pieces.
"That's better," Yang said, rubbing her wrists. "So… Do you want to get an Ambrosia smoothie?"
Blake sighed. "Only if you're buying," she said, turning towards the path.
Yang did a quiet fist pump in victory and ran to catch up with her.
"Does this mean you like me too?" she asked, walking beside the dark-haired goddess.
"Yang," Blake said. "Don't push your luck," but she was smiling when she said it.
