There's a Garden Waiting for Us

Yang's hand outstretched, waiting to feel the warmth of the girl in front of her. Waiting for their hands to come into contact and a silent story to pass through each other's eyes. One that only they knew. For the words they have yet to voice but can't deny their truth. "Will you help me find it?" Blake rolled her eyes, she already knew where they were going, but that didn't stop her heart from racing at the sentiment in the blonde's voice. She reached her hand out and took Yang's, connecting their warmth. Using the same heat source. Blake's smile never once left her face, as if it had no other place to go. Yang's smile within itself was enough to keep Blake's lips trapped in the same curved position.

"It'd be my pleasure".

~currently on hiatus~