I know, I know… there's no chapter 28. Actually, it was supposed to be on the theme "Sorrow", but I was at a convention all day and when I came back, I just crashed into sleep. Sorry again… Listening to Jeff William's "Triumph" today
Blake closed her eyes and tightened her grasp on Yang's waist, unable to bypass the fear that had stroke her heart when the motorcycle had started roaring. The engine was purring, devouring the distance at an incredible speed and carrying it's two passengers over the asphalt roads of Vale. Its powerful cry was both frightening and reassuring, slowly but surely encouraging the raven-haired Faunus to open her eyes, revealing to her amidst the blur of circulation the beauty of the setting sun.
They were riding toward the vermillion fireball, flirting with the first shadows of the night while always staying in it's light, and that's when Blake understood why Yang loved riding in the sunset that much. The atmosphere felt almost irreal, as if they were in-between two worlds, or chasing after a diminishing light and for a second, Blake thought that she was living a moment worthy of being described in a fairytale. Then, she relaxed and slightly relieved the pressure on her dragon's waist. Smiling beneath her helmet, she felt a rush of love for the blondie that had insisted upon showing her such scenery, even when she had expressed her concerns about the speed and the security.
The speed was too high, and Yang was too focused on the road to notice that she was now fascinated by the scenery, at least that's what Blake thought. Yang, even if her eyes were fixed on the road to avoid any bump or holes – which would have been really uncomfortable and dangerous at such speed – had followed the progressive changes in her girlfriend's mood through her position and the pressure applied to her waist. She knew that Blake had been worried at first, scared that she would fall off the bike as anyone would be at such speed, but she also knew that at some point, she had trusted her enough to stop worrying and enjoy the view. Feeling a smile creep on her face almost against her will, the blondie made sure to choose the most beautiful road, taking some hairpin turns to get onto one of the greatest bridges of Vale.
It sure wasn't as beautiful as riding atop Patch's cliffs with a setting or rising sun but crossing the silvery uproar of the river on an asphalt road only sustained by arachnidan cables was worth the trip. Luckily, time was with them as the sun completely disappeared when they got at the middle of the bridge, suddenly dipping everything around in blurred shadows, while the first artificial lights started to shine like bioluminescent insects. Having a precise destination in her mind, Yang started slowing down progressively, before stopping near an all-night café. It was a simple, cozy place that she wouldn't even have considered a few years ago… the kind of place she had come to like thanks to her girlfriend. She stored both helmets and secured the lock on her bike, before they both entered the café.
She had planned out, and a table was reserved for them, just beside a bay window that allowed them to admire the view. Sitting, and waiting for their orders, both women thought as one that they were happy. Tremendously happy.
Done! Simple but fluffy and nice today.
SomeRandoFromTX: Don't you worry, you weren't aggressive. You were right to point it out to me, and I thank you for that. Also yeah, I'm biased on religion mostly because my parents tried to force me into it… But that's another story. More importantly, I didn't mean that I wouldn't write on religion anymore, I meant that I'd make sure to double-check what I'm writing next time. I'm always collecting more or less useful info, so it'll just give me an excuse to search and learn.
I'm glad there's no hard feeling despite that, and glad that you'll still read! I really like having feedback on my chapters, and I always find it interesting to discuss them.
Anyways, I'll see you all tomorrow !
