"Weiss, I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt your feelings. I just— It was important to me that I find out whether or not I was actually a prisoner here. I needed to know that I was actually free…" Blake mumbled the script to herself, pacing in front of the door to Weiss' room. She gripped the unclasped collar in her hands, tracing her thumb over the tag in circular motions. Didn't she sound like she was making excuses? But then again, she was making excuses.
Maybe Blake should start off by saying that Weiss was the most beautiful person Blake had ever met, inside and out, her entire life. Blake slumped. Wasn't that just resorting to flattery? But then again, Blake wasn't above flattery if that meant Weiss would forgive her. And it wasn't like she was lying about her feelings — she really did think Weiss was beautiful. Okay. Let's start with that.
"Weiss. You are the most beautiful person I've ever met in my entire life," Blake tested, using hand gestures and speaking to the imaginary person in front of her. Then, she visibly cringed. Okay. That was way too cheesy to be said out loud.
"Did you want something?" an icy voice spoke up from behind Blake.
Blake turned around to see Weiss, frowning. Weiss stood with her arms crossed and was tapping her foot. Weiss hair was in her signature lop-sided ponytail. Her clothing was prim and proper as always. Skin was fair. And those memorizing crystal-like blue eyes. Weiss eyes really were like gems. They sparkled and flared with a feisty blue fire yet, behind their depths, Blake could sense that vulnerability — that loneliness.
"If you don't need anything," Weiss snapped Blake back to attention by gesturing to the door to her room. "I need to get by."
"Uh, no I— um," Blake blinked, struggling to find the words. She had a script! She did! She was just practicing it. What was she supposed to start with? Her grip tightened around the collar in her hand. Right. Freedom. No. That wasn't it. Beauty. That's right. Weiss was—
Weiss rolled her eyes and stepped around Blake, opening the door to her room without waiting. Weiss stepped inside before Blake could protest.
The door was left slightly ajar. Was that purposeful? Was this Weiss' tsundere way of giving her permission to enter? It was technically Weiss' room. Blake's room was the one directly across from it — though Blake had never actually slept in the bed in her own room. Blake was about to knock and ask permission to enter when Weiss spoke up from within.
"Aren't you coming in?"
"Yes!" Blake piped up immediately, stepping in.
Weiss had let down her hair so it cascaded down her shoulders in silvery waves. Now that was unfair. This was precisely why Blake couldn't get her apology straight. Weiss had also changed out of her dress. She was now wearing shorts that were too short to be seen under her oversized t-shirt. Weiss seemed to glide over to the bed, yawning softly.
"Weiss," Blake started, gathering her thoughts. She needed to do this now. Before Weiss decided she was tired and wanted to leave this for the next day. Blake couldn't take feeling this constant awkward distance between them for another day. She couldn't take having Weiss' tear-streaked face flashing in front of her eyes every two seconds, knowing that she had caused it. Blake took a breath and gripped the collar in her hands more firmly.
"Blake," Weiss sighed, reaching out her hand in a 'come-here' gesture. "It's alright."
Blake didn't move. "No it isn't," Blake stated firmly, the image of Weiss crying seared into her mind. An invisible scar Blake would never be rid of.
"You don't have to explain, I thought it through. You were right — I overreacted. I'm… I'm sorry. Now could you please come here?" Weiss said, casting needy eyes at Blake, beckoning once again.
Blake held the collar out in front of her and walked towards Weiss. Taking a deep breath, she took Weiss' hands in her own and held them onto the collar. "I had a whole script of how I was going to apologize to you for not trusting you, but I forgot it all." Blake confessed, preparing herself. She couldn't believe she was going to do this willingly.
Weiss inhaled sharply. "Blake, what are you doing?"
Blake then pulled the collar over, holding Weiss' hands, and by extension the collar, around her neck. Blake then looked at Weiss, gazing fondly at those sky-blue eyes. Then, she snapped the collar back on. It hissed and glowed a faint blue light — locking with only Weiss' aura as the key. Blake smiled and backed away, tilting her head and stretching her neck, feeling out the collar again. "That feels much better."
"What are you doing?" Weiss repeated sharply, blue eyes flashing in ire. Weiss reached out to grab the collar, trying to take it off again.
Blake pulled away, frowning at Weiss. "Hey!" she pouted.
Weiss looked incredulously at Blake. "You aren't my slave, I'm taking it off." Weiss said again, learning forward, only to have Blake dodge away. "Blake!" Weiss scolded.
"No. I don't want to." Blake teased, pulling herself onto the bed and pulling Weiss into a back-hug that trapped Weiss' arms. Blake sighed happily. "This is much better."
"How is this better?!" Weiss struggled but Blake was most definitely the stronger one of the two. "Blake please, take it off. Why would you ever want to wear that?"
Blake smiled warmly. "Because, I belong to you," Blake grinned, feeling Weiss freeze in surprise. "I exist to make you happy with everything I am. And you, you can't ever get rid of me as long as I'm wearing this collar," Blake declared.
Weiss turned herself around in Blake's arms so that she was facing the Faunus. "You dunce. You exist to make yourself happy. Not me," Weiss said as she lay her head gently on Blake's shoulder.
"You being happy makes me happy," Blake purred.
Weiss smiled in return. "You make me happy," Weiss confirmed, breathing in Blake's scent.
"And angry sometimes."
"Everyone makes me angry sometimes," Weiss confessed, laughing at herself. "But when I'm mad at everyone else, all I need to see is your face or hear your voice and suddenly, the world seems like a much better place."
"That's good," Blake sighed, nuzzling the top of Weiss' head.
"I still think I should take off your collar though," Weiss focused. "You never know what might happen to me. I don't ever want you to feel trapped or be trapped."
"It's okay, I trust you," Blake reassured.
Weiss paused. "I'm surrounded by people who hate Faunus Blake, it may rub off on me or something. Or maybe Cinder's evilness will somehow activate itself in me. Or maybe, I'll get amnesia and go crazy. I don't want you to be stuck with me if that happens."
Blake laughed. "Weiss, that's not going to happen. Half of those events are basically impossible."
"If you say so," Weiss bit her lips. "But if you ever want to take it off, just tell me. I won't go mental like I did this time."
"Okay," Blake promised, nuzzling Weiss' neck. "You're comfy," Blake sighed.
Weiss laughed. "How sexy," she teased, moving back. She reached a hand to Blake's collar, fingering the tag. Weiss' eyes darkened. "Honestly, I like seeing you wear the collar for some reason," Weiss admitted.
"I know," Blake smiled.
"You do?"
Blake nodded. "Every night before you go to sleep you always look at it. It's like you're making sure that it's still your emblem or something."
"I don't know," Weiss shifted, her hand intertwining itself with Blake's. "It just, makes me feel safer for some reason."
"Safer?"
"Yeah, like, it reassures me that you won't just leave. At least, not without telling me first."
Blake smiled sadly. "I would never leave you."
"You never know. Circumstances change, Blake. You may just decide you do want to join the White Fang." Weiss let out a resigned sigh. "And you can if you want to, I don't have the right to stop you."
"I'm helping the White Fang by staying here and protecting you already. Weiss, you don't need to worry."
"I know."
"I'm serious. I would never leave you. I promise. I swear." Blake took an oath silently.
"Blake," Weiss paused, her heart pounding.
"Yes, Weiss?"
"I think, maybe…" Weiss words came out in self-conscious and broken pieces. Her eyes were trained anywhere but on Blake's. Her cheeks was starting to flush and she had grown tense. "I might be, you know, I'm starting to love you, a tiny bit."
Blake's heart started pounding. God. This.
Blake would never leave her princess so long as she could still breathe.
Blake, in one swift motion, pushed the angel down onto the bed and kissed her like her life depended on it.