Medicinal Belladonna (Blake x Male Reader)

He Must Act On A Trace . . .

I lay awake on my cot, rustling around.

I couldn't get to sleep.

I raised my head, for the umpteenth time, to check on Blake. That nightmare had shaken me up pretty badly.

She wasn't there.

Oh god, time to panic.

I started to hyperventilate.

Someone's hand covered my mouth. It was Blake.

She sits me up and we had a hushed conversation.

Blake: I could see and hear you. What's up?

Me: It's nothing.

Blake: It's very obviously something. Tell me.

Me: I . . . had a bad dream.

Blake: Tell me about it.

I recount the events of the dream.

Me: I just . . . felt crushed.

Blake: I think you should go see Ozpin in the morning. In the meantime . . .

She pulls me close, and lies down, pulling me with her.

Blake: I'll make sure you don't have to worry about me.

I go to sleep rather quickly, knowing that Blake was safe.

I woke up to giggling.

Yang: This is SO being used as blackmail.

I turned and saw Yang snapping photos.

Me: 2000 lien makes this all go away.

Yang: Deal.

She deletes the photos.

Me: Now for Ruby.

Ruby: Awww.

Blake tugs at my shirt.

Blake: Still tired.

I laid back down for a while, until Blake was fully rested. By that time, the rest of the team had gone off to train.

Blake: Did you sleep well?

Me: Yeah. Thanks.

Blake: Consider us even, for keeping my books a secret.

She checks her scroll.

Blake: Well, we should get to training. Unless you don't want to lose again.

I grin and grab my dust halves.

We walk to the training hall.

Blake: I take it that you've learned new tricks.

Me: You'll see.

We arrive at the arena, the rest of RWBY (RWY?) resting, having already fought.

I walk into the ring, stretching. I bounce a bit on my heels and roll my shoulders.

Blake cracks her knuckles.

Me: That'll give you reduced grip strength later in life, you know.

I crush Electric Dust in my left hand, Ice Dust in my right.

I transmute the ice into the water, and clap my hands, again similar to prayer.

The water flows from hand to hand, as does electricity, which the water conducts.

Blake: Neat trick.

I thrust my hands forward.

Me: HAAAA!