- RWBY (1)
“I love your laugh, it makes me feel safe. At home.”
Yang’s breath audibly hitches, then catches a second too late for Blake’s liking.
“You’ve always been the one to make me feel safe, though,” she stops mid strife, turning around to face Blake. She turns her head upward, and then lilac meets amber, and oh, the flame in her heart lights again, “Your eyes, your voice, your laugh, smile, your mere presence. It makes me feel safe, always has. I guess…” her voice trails off, and Blake knows what she’s going to say, but the suspension burns in her soul anyways, “That’s why I was so angry that you left. Not really with you, but because you had become home and then you were gone. And I was the one who let you ever become home in the first place.”