Blake, restless with her thoughts, finds her way to the auditorium piano.
It took her a while to remember it, but it came to her eventually. Blake shut her eyes and let instinct guide her fingers to dance over the piano keys. She started singing softly, an old tune from and old song, one that was sung to her from an old woman back in her old life. And here she was, in an empty theater, making the old new again. Here she was, keeping something that should have died alive. It rose from it's almost-grave and it brought with it a whole lot of almost-dead memories too.
It was less flashes of coherent memories and more... textures. Textures of her childhood. The rough, the loud, the smooth, the soft. Everything that Blake vowed to leave behind, but still clung onto.
But Blake didn't stop playing even as her hands got a bit shakier and she didn't stop singing even as her voice warbled. In fact, she tried even harder, not letting even memories get the best of her. She'd never let it ever rule her again. She would never give them- him- the satisfaction.
The song hit it's last note, and only then did Blake dared herself to open her eyes, tears pooling. She stared blankly into space, wondering what the entire point of this was. All at once she decided that this was a foolish exercise. She was a huntress, she was to be a protector of humanity. There was no time for-
Footsteps. Blake whipped her head around to find a certain Weiss Schnee at the foot of the stage, a thin robe covering her night gown. She smiled gently at Blake, making her way up the stage.
"What are you doing here?" she asked. Blake looked down at the piano, ghosting her fingers over the edge of the keys. It was a good question. Weiss took a seat beside her on the chair, quiet and patient. Blake paused for several more moments before replying.
"Couldn't sleep. Too many thoughts. You?" she didn't bother even mincing the truth, knowing Weiss would see right through her. Weiss smiled, thin lipped.
"Would you believe it, me too," her voice was gentle, laced with slight worry and... exhaustion. She started running her fingers over the keys, closing her eyes and breathing deep. "What were you thinking about?"
Blake swallowed thickly, memories still ebbing and flowing in her mind. "My old life... what I used to be." She chewed on her lip. "Wondering if I could have done anything to save them. The innocent people."
She turned to Weiss. "You?"
Weiss sighed, resting her head gently on Blake's shoulder. "The company. My father." She offered no more explanations, but Blake figured she understood.
She took Weiss' hand in hers, interlacing their fingers. It was almost natural, how their fingers fit perfectly. The heiress made no objections as Blake squeezed her hand.
"Here's to the broken people, huh?" she said dryly. Weiss smiled, and that was how they sat for a while.
Something always brings me back to you Weiss, and never takes too long.
I'd like to imagine the song is Gravity by Sara Bareillis.
