Author's Note: Episode 5…poor Blake and poor Sunny :( Willing the Solar Eclipse/Black Sun ship to stay afloat, hoping this is just a small leak in the boat.
It wasn't long before Blake had her nose in another book, the one she lent Sun was at the bottom of the bag. She woke up with the book placed gently by her side. She wasn't sure how Sun was able to return it, but she couldn't help but smile at his efforts. Blake was walking out of class with her friends when she heard her someone calling her. At first she didn't hear it, but the sound got closer and closer. "Blake, wait!" the voice called, she turned around to see Sun panting and trying to catch is breath, having just ran towards her. Blake stared in confusion, she couldn't ignore him and nether could her friends. Yang and Ruby looked on in excitement, whilst just looked like her usual composed self. No hostility, just composure as she looked on. Sun took a deep breath before he said anything "Will you…go to the dance with me?" he asked her. There was a long pause, Blake didn't know what to say. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but no sound came out. Sun mistook her silence for something else, "I mean it's fine if you don't want to go, I wasn't planning to go anyways, but I'd like to-".
"She'd love to", her voice cut him off and everyone turned to Weiss. "She'd love to go with you…now stop your rambling, you idiot. Its giving me a headache". A relieved smile appeared on Sun's face, despite Weiss's comment and despite the fact that Blake was being whisked away by her friends shortly after. Blake had barely remembered the dance, and she hadn't planned to go anyways. Thinking about it, it wouldn't hurt to go with Sun, he'd been nice enough to return the book that he borrowed from her.
There were many other places Blake would rather be, a dress shop in Vale wasn't one of them. Weiss had made her try on dress after dress, most of which were starting to blur together. Black, silver, grey dresses in all different shapes and cuts were handed to her. She didn't understand why Weiss had helped her back there, or what she was doing dressing her up like a doll. The one she was wearing now was constricting her breathing, Weiss didn't seem to think it was a flattering fit ether. Blake sank to the dressing room floor, clothes shopping was not a pastime of hers, but she couldn't understand how it could be so tiring. "Weiss, why are you doing this for me again?" Blake asked, if they were going through all this trouble she might as well ask why. Weiss flipped the pages of the magazine, she had been gracefully perched on sofa outside the changing room.
"Because it's painfully obvious you like him" she snapped, "Blake you may be a strong teammate but there's only so much of your cluelessness I can take". She heard the distance clicking of coat hangers as Weiss went to look for more dresses. The shopkeeper tried to hide her dismay as she piled the rejected dresses on the changing room counter. Weiss eventually came back saying "last dress, I promise you this one will suit you just fine". Blake rolled her eyes, bracing herself for another low cut, skin tight monstrosity. If the mounting pile of dresses didn't convince her that dresses like those didn't suit her, than this was simply drawn out torture. To her surprise, Weiss pushed something else through the changing room curtain. Blake's doll analogy didn't seem far off when she saw the dress, with it's full skirts and puffy sleeves, this was the sort of dress that an old fairy tail princess would wear. Still, Weiss didn't like to be kept waiting. Blake unzipped the dress and stepped into the dress, her feet tried to navigate the frills and petticoat in the skirt. She never understood how Weiss and Ruby wore them with such ease, let alone fight in them. She pulled the dress up and zipped up the back, she stepped outside of the dressing room to face Weiss.
Blake had expected yet another dismissal shake of her head. To her surprise, she stood up and walked around Blake, examining her closely. Weiss carefully brushed the skirt and (much to Blake's dismay) adjusted her bow. She took a step back and gave her a swift once-over. "It doesn't look bad," she mused, which was Weiss's language "I think it looks great, I'm just too much of an ice queen to say it". Blake looked back at the mirror in the changing room, she was unable to believe that the person staring back was her. Then again, Weiss had a better eye for these things than she did.
On the night of the dance, the dress was laid out on the bed. Next to it were a pair of black striped tights and mary jane shoes. Weiss was use to wear beautiful and expensive clothes, she wouldn't be the least bit surprised if she had been born into them. Blake had rarely (almost never) worn clothes like these in her life. There were loud arguments that could be heard, as Yang and Weiss were elbowing each other out of the way for mirror space. Blake put on the dress, the tights and the shoes, preparing for the dance. The dress and the tights were okay, and she had the balance to walk reasonably gracefully in the shoes. Her ears were kept neatly wrapped up in her usual black bow. She still found it hard to believe that the person in the mirror was her, she felt like a small child playing dress-up. Weiss walked into the room with all the poise and grace she hauled with her. She looked over Blake's attire once more, and gave a satisfactory smile, clearly she was pleased with her handiwork.