so. the final chapter isn’t yet finished, but it’s time i posted this. it will go on ao3 once i’ve been given the okay to post my bbzine fic (cause i wanted that to be my 100th posted fic), until then, enjoy.

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chapter 1/3: the sound of your soul in mine

Blake stared at her phone screen, the background unmoving and could’ve easily been mistaken for a wallpaper had it not been for the occasional sound of someone humming to themselves from off-screen. She shifted in her bed, suddenly nervous as her heart shot through her throat. “So, uh,” she started, trying to get settled before Yang came back. “Tell me about your day, I guess? If you want to, that is.”

 "Of course I want to, Blake,“ Yang said, her voice carrying through Blake’s speakers before she even appeared on-screen, dropping herself heavily into the chair in front of her laptop. "Talking to you is like, the highlight of my day.”

“Oh,” Blake fought a small smile, still surprised by the sentiment. Surprised, more than anything, by the sincerity with which Yang said those words. Surprised that she genuinely seemed to even care. It was mind-boggling, really. But in the best of ways. “That’s so sweet, Yang,” she said quietly, her heart calming as Yang dropped her chin into her palm.

“Nothing to compare to you though,” she grinned stupidly, reaching out towards the camera for an absent moment before dropping her hand back down. “Wish I could be with you,” she said, brows knitting together, eyes darkening.

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