TerkontarAn illustration for the RWBY fanfic I'm working on in my spare time.
Backgrounds continue to be the bane of my existence, but I'm pretty happy with how this one turned out!
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59653933/chapters/152144812
FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12202260/1/After-the-Storm
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Ruby stood up from the ground and helped Weiss do the same. "Well, Yang, time to wake up your girlfriend," she said, stretching herself.
Yang smirked, leaning over the girl sleeping in her lap. "You heard the lady. Wake up, my love."
It had been a poor choice of words.
Before Yang could even blink, Blake was already at her throat, pressing the blade of Gambol Shroud against her skin; her eyes were completely wild, face contorted into a mix of rage and panic.
After a painfully intense split second, a spark of recognition shone in her amber eyes as they widened in surprise.
"Yang," Blake whispered, then her shock turned to pure horror as the realization of what she had just done sunk in. Her sword slipped from her hand and fell to the ground, her fingers suddenly gone numb. "I'm so sorry, I d-didn't mean to, I just— just—"
Yang interrupted her, pulling the girl on the verge of tears into a firm embrace. "It's okay, Blake. It's okay. Let's just go home."
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