Not going to lie i see Blake and Sun as more of a friend/sibling thing than a ship now.

Blake looked out across the ocean, the scent of salt and steam mixing in her mouth as the boat rocked gently. Children scuttled across the deck behind her, accompanied by watchful parents.

Her ears no longer imprisoned by her bow, she could pick up every footstep they made with startling clarity. Her fingers tightened on the rail with every shrill scream of delight, her hands itched to reach for gambol shroud, still far too used to the terror that haunted her nightmares. She's halfway sure the dark circles under her eyes again, but this time there was no Yang to talk her out of it- and she didn't need to be anyways. Going to Menagerie was, was, was-

It was running away, of course. She shouldn't try and disguise it as anything else. This time it really was for the best though.

She'd brought that sword down over Yang's arm. Because Adam wouldn't stop chasing her; and she wasn't strong enough to stop him. She had fled at the sight of him, ran and ran and ran until she ran into Yang.

And here she was now, her friend missing an arm and her abdomen and chest still bandaged underneath her clothes. Menagerie was something she wanted- needed- she didn't know the difference.

At least now her friends would be safer. She wasn't exactly planning on staying quiet in Menagerie, and sooner or later the White Fang would catch up to her. Her, and no one else.

Footsteps shifted behind her, and Blake had to stifle a groan. It was him again. Someone was ghosting her on this ship, always covered in a thick cloak with the hood drawn up so she couldn't catch a glimpse of them. That was where their impressiveness ended though. They were loud, clunky, and their footsteps easily recognized from a distance. There was almost always a bounce in the step, the sound of shoe sliding against the floor slightly.

Blake had nearly had enough of it by this point. The first day could have been coincidence. The second day it was strange. The third day it was unsettling. And now on the fourth she wouldn't dare take her senses off them.

She stalked off, pretending to be ignorant of the way they waited a few seconds, then trailed behind her. Once she reached the other end of the boat- the one with almost nobody nearby, she's had enough.

She spun, gambol shroud flying out to pin their cloak against the side of the cabin's outer wall. Before they could get it free, she had an arm pressed against their throat, pushing them against the wall so that their hood finally fell away.

"Sun?" Blake reeled back, taking gambol shroud with her. She didn't sheath it just yet, eyeing Sun with a touch of wariness.

"Uh, hi?" Sun shrugs, smiling like he's just accomplished something amazing. Blake narrowed her eyes, Sun's smile quickly vanishing.

"Why are you even here? Following me?" Blake spat out, and Sun leaned back, tail wrapping around his legs.

"Look, you just ran off after we landed. I just sorta tagged along to make sure you were alright." Sun put his hands up, trying to calm her ire.

Blake just stomped closer, hissing. "I don't need looking after like some child."

"I'm not saying that." Sun blurted out. "Look, you just abandoned your team. They were worried about you."

"What? You just followed me for the past 8 months? And what about your team? Doesn't that seem a little hypocritical?" Blake crossed her arms, Sun shrinking back even further under her glare.

"We were all worried about you. My team came with me for most of it. But getting Neptune on a boat?" Suns laughed, shaking his head. "It's like trying to put a cat…in…water." Sun shrugged, and Blake only rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. Just get out of here when we dock." Blake turned away, muttering. "I don't want anyone else with me."

"But you're like, a major target for the White Fang. Fat chance of me leaving you on your own in their home country." Sun marched up beside her, smiling, but with a stubborn sort of tilt to it Blake feared she may not be able to dissuade. "I gotta be there when you kick their buts."

"I'm not going after the White Fang Sun." Blake sighed, going to lean over the railway and watch the ocean. "I need some time to figure some things out for me before I do anything."

"But they helped destroy Beacon." Sun exclaimed, launching himself to crouch on the railway beside her. "Don't you want to get back at them."

"No Sun, I don't." Blake sighed again, wrapping her arms around herself. "If I'm being honest. I don't know what I want exactly. I'm just hoping I can figure it out here."

Sun frowned, but hummed in basic agreement. "I can respect that I guess. Can't always know everything."

"But I do know I want you to leave as soon as possible." Blake shot back. Sun clicked his tongue, playfully wagging a finger at her as he shook his head.

"I'm here whether you want me to be or not."

"I'm serious." Blake gritted out. "Next port."

Sun looked at her, and only smiled again. "No can-do buddy."

"Sun." Blake said, exasperation defining her tone.

Sun shrugged. "Suddenly I can't hear. You're going to have to get back to me later."

Blake snorted, barely resisting the urge to shove him off the boat. She could make him leave next time the boat stopped.

Still, it was a little nicer staring out into the ocean with a friend.