i'm up in the club and i'm sippin' that bub ;; IC INBOX

[myrtenasty]

I'm too rich to record my own greeting, someone do it for me.

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text;

[kintsugambol]

[ at like, 2 am. blake is hanging out on the roof of her and yang's house on the compound. ]

weiss
are you up?

text;

[myrtenasty]

[She doesn't have to wait long.]

Almost always.

[Except when she's being knocked the fuck out. Which is always.]

What's up?

[kintsugambol]

[ typing, retyping... the dots bounce for a solid few minutes. finally: ]

yang and i finally talked

[ which was hours ago at this point. after that, they hadnt done very much talking. ]

[myrtenasty]

[Similarly, Weiss goes through a few versions of this text... mostly because "FUCKING FINALLY" isn't on brand, polite, or productive.]

That's great!!

...I hope?

[...and then, in a quick follow-up text:]

How did it go?

[kintsugambol]

i was two drinks deep and we had a fire going on the beach, but it was... really hard
we talked about the fall and what happened, and why i left

there was a lot of crying, but we got everything out there. we know where we stand
your long nightmare is over! congratulations

[myrtenasty]

That sounds... heavy. I mean, I guess I knew it would be, with all you guys have been through, but...

[But she feels a little worse about giving them shit about it, now that it's been pointed out how their feelings for one another are mixed up with some traumatic stuff. Which she should've realized before, but, hey, add it to the pile.]

Don't worry, there are plenty more nightmares to take its place.

But, then, you guys really are...??

[...she doesn't want to say 'dating' because she doesn't want to jinx it. Please say it plainly before she explodes.]

[kintsugambol]

yes, weiss, we're together.
she told me she loved me, i said it back. she asked me to be her girlfriend, i said yes

it still doesn't feel real

[myrtenasty]

[Can you feel sighs of relief through texts? Because Weiss is heaving one right now.]

I can come pinch you if you like?

...but, seriously, I'm not surprised. How long have you felt that way about her, Blake? And not said so? Just imagined it? Of course it's surreal, when it finally happens.

[I mean, that's basically how arresting her father felt. Unreal, but incredibly good. Cathartic, even.]