Guess who has the sat in 3 days? T-T But writing Blake is very cathartic tbh
Blake Belladonna, once a former terrorist, second in command to Adam Taurus, a student at Beacon, survivor of the fall of Beacon, the girl who traveled alone for the six months with no issue, was shaking like a leaf as she looked at her parents' door.
The home was even more intimidating than she remembered. All elegant lines and intricate carvings, balconies spread from every upper room, the forest appearing to bend around the home rather than overtake it- it was a place that was as foreign to Blake as Vacuo would have been. Well, it wasn't the house itself that intimidated her, not as much as the prospect of facing the people inside did.
"What're you waiting for? This is your house… right?" Sun stood idly beside her, and Blake couldn't tell if his nonchalant tone was a response or just ignorance to her obvious terror. "I'm sure your parents are stoked to see you already."
"You-" Blake paused, swallowing down the wave of memories; the tension built up for months as she grew closer and closer to Adam, coming to a head the night she screamed at her father for stepping down from the White Fang, calling both of her parents cowards, and then ran without ever looking back. "You don't understand, Sun. I- I…" She trailed off, unsure of what to say next.
"Look," Sun's tail wrapped around her arm in a comforting way. "you at least have to talk to them. All that stuff is in the past. This is a new Blake, and you gotta show them that much at least."
Sun grins, and Blake could feel her free arm inching closer to the large knocker at the door. Before she touches it though, her hand freezes, fingers twitching. She whispered, "They'll hate me. They have to hate me by now."
Blake couldn't face that. That night, her parents hadn't said a word back, simply letting her go. But she wasn't stupid, no reasonable parents would still love their kid after that. Blake was starting to consider turning around and just living on the streets until she could think of a better idea.
Sun took matters into his own hands though. Faster than she could stop him with her distracted mind, his hand shot forward and slammed the knocker down three times.
"Sun!" Blake hissed, ears going as flat as they could, nearly parallel to her hair.
"I'm sorry," Sun said, and he sounded sincere. "but you weren't going to do it and your parents deserve the chance to see you."
It was then that Blake registered that the tail wrapped around her arm was also there to stop her from running away. She could break free and run if she really wanted to, but the tail on her arm grounded her, reminding her just how large the ache in her chest was, and just how much she wanted to see her parents' faces again.
So Blake took in a deep breath and tried to straighten her spine. Her shoulders stayed hunched, but it was about as good as she was going to get.
The door started to open, and any air in Blake's lungs promptly left her in a shaky exhale.
"H-hi mom."