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White Noise
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Chapter List
- 37
- 38
- 39
WARNINGS: Sad discussions, drug use.
Also! We have a side fic called “An Occasional Dream” from Blake’s perspective, more or less. It’s about both Yang and Sun and shows some of Yang’s trans backstory, and is very smutty. I feel like I didn’t do a good job of promoting it but it’s there!

=Chapter 38
The rest of the flight passed amiably enough, and being that it was a private plane, they landed and disembarked with no other problems. However, when Winter announced that she would not be joining them, merely waiting for the plane to be ready to head back to LA to handle the final loose ends from the show, Weiss approached Yang quietly.
"Can you handle my bags?" she whispered. "I, um… want to say goodbye to my sister, and it might take a while. Like, an hour."
"How does that take an ho- ohhhh…" After Yang took a second to think, it was pretty clear why she needed that time. Winter and Weiss still had problems that were left unresolved, problems that needed to be talked about in private rather than among friends. Holding Weiss's small case closer in, she nodded. "Sure. Probably take a while to flag down a cab, anyways."
"Thank you," she told her, kissing her on the cheek. "And… if it comes, just text me Blake's address and I'll catch my own. It's no problem, and I don't want all five of you hanging around, waiting on me."
"Nice try, but if it does I'll hang on for you, so there. Not letting you out of my sight again for a long time." Yang smiled, gazing over at Winter who stood in the background, seemingly eager to get things going so they were over and done with. "But yeah, go on. And tell Winter I'll catch her later."
"Count on it."
When she rejoined her sister, suitcase-free and posture stiff, she said, "Shall we adjourn to Admirals Club?"
"I suppose." Walking side by side, she gave the others a quick wave before they disappeared out of view.
A few short minutes later, they ended up in a similar circumstance they did in that hospital corridor the day previous. Both sat at a table, each with a drink in their hand. On the brighter side, Weiss didn't have to worry about Yang's state or her injuries, and Winter didn't have to worry that Weiss would have still disowned her. But like yesterday, the subject would be the same. Weiss insisted on it.
Pouring a tiny bottle of whiskey she had kept from the plane into her coffee, she then took a quick sip, sighing contentedly at the taste. "So… What do you want to know?"
"They do sell that at the bar," Weiss snorted. But she didn't want to get distracted from the topic at hand. "Listen… I'm still very upset about what you did to myself and Yang. That will just take time. But I'm willing to set that aside and work on it another time, since we only have a few minutes here."
"Of course." Only gazing at her cup more intently for a moment, clearly avoiding eye contact with her own sister. Hating that they had wound up this way. "And I don't expect you not to be. I made a horrendous mistake."
"Yes, you did." It was a short answer, given in lieu of a much longer tirade. "However… I get the feeling there's a lot about how you've handled your career that you'd rather me not find out about. And I'm trying to respect that, except…" She trailed off, unsure how to proceed.
"…Except?" She didn't want to be goading Weiss into continuing, but sensed there would be no way to get through this unless she did. And that included the end goal of having Weiss ever speak to her again.
"Now, forgive me if I've misread the situation," she hedged. "But… you made it sound like you've witnessed some very dirty dealings from people in the music industry. And the way you looked when we talked about it…" Clearing her throat, she lowered her eyes to where her hands were playing with a napkin. She didn't even remember picking it up. "It seems like it's a firsthand account."
Yet again, there was another sip. A much longer sip this time, even if it was still boiling hot. A similar technique she had when Yang was talking about it. There was a long, uncomfortable silence that lingered far too long for it to be anything else.
"…And if it is?"
"You said you broke me and Yang up because… you were worried she was taking advantage of me. Using her position to… to force me into… sexual favours." By now Weiss's voice was beginning to quake with unclear emotions, and she had shredded the napkin to bits with her fingernails. "So… so if that's what you thought Yang was doing to me… what's b-been happening to you?"
There wasn't any hiding it now. The need to hide the shame was outweighed, outweighed by the need to tell her sister the truth. No matter how painful that could be, or how much she would be judged for it. Even though she tried to protect her sister's innocence to the end, it was impossible; she had sacrificed herself for a fool’s errand.
"What was necessary," she barely forced out, quickly taking another sip of her drink to try and avoid talking anymore. But a look into her eyes could tell Weiss far more. That she was afraid, ashamed… terrified.
"Was it? Was it truly necessary for my sister to, to…" But looking at Winter's face prevented her from finishing the statement. She didn't want to hurt her sister any further than she already had with her own actions. "Winter, come on! You do understand that I'd never have wanted you to do that, don't you? So why?! How could you justify letting this happen to you, even if it was for the sake of my- for our careers?!"
Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes. And she clearly tried to wipe them away before Weiss could notice. But that was useless. How exactly could she backpedal now that Weiss knew?
"The first time… wasn't exactly a conscious choice," she confessed, barely able to keep her usual stern voice. "More of a guilt trip and seeing no other option. But then, suddenly I realised it bore positive results… advanced your career path, helped us make you a success. After that, I became comfortably numb. My body was just a tool. Didn’t matter."
"No," Weiss breathed, her own eyes glistening now that there had been more confirmation. "Winter, you… I never wanted to sacrifice you for money. Okay? I'm n-not saying you thought I would, or that you meant for this to happen, but…"
The forlorn diva didn't know what else to say. She'd spent so long resenting her sister's gruff mannerisms, the way she tried to control her life as much as possible even before this latest incident with Yang, that she never stopped to consider what might be happening in the background. And apparently, it had cost Winter something. Her dignity. Even though she wore it on the outside like a pretty mirage, inside it almost seemed as if she had relinquished all of it when it came to using sex as leverage for her sister’s career.
Sighing deeply, Winter stared downward at the ground. Yet again, she felt shame mingling with regret. She was torn between knowing that Yang was right, that Weiss really would have preferred her to be safe than her to have a career, but also believing that what she did was the best possible path. Protecting her family and providing for her future.
"It got results. I… Like I said, I grew numb to it. Better me than you; I still believe that. Protecting you made it worth just about anything." And then she looked over, eyes still teary, still ashamed. "That's why I was so quick to judge Yang. Which was wrong, completely wrong, but I saw another threat, and there was no question what I had to-"
"No… no, I can't…"
Neither of them was really expecting what happened next. Weiss stood, rounded the table, hesitated for a few seconds as if she was steeling herself for a truly horrible fate… and did something she had not done in at least a decade. She crawled into her sister's lap and clung to her, as if she would be blown away by a strong gust of wind if she let go.
All the older Schnee could do was freeze, remain completely still as she was embraced by her sister. For so long, they knew each other as sisters by name, but never showed it. There were no hugs, no inside jokes, Winter had never even sat her down to have gossipy chats or exchange make up tips. But there Weiss was, making a significant effort to do rewind, to go back and fix some of their collective failure. And it broke her heart, even while she felt a rush of love even stronger than the steady pulse she always felt for her.
After a moment of complete silence, Winter’s arms eventually found their way around her, pulling her further into her body as she allowed her eyes to close. She hugged her sister. And finally the dam broke, and the little diva was crying into her shoulder.
"I'm so, so sorry!" Weiss told her in a choked whisper, clinging ever tighter as if that could somehow undo the past. "You've been- and all this time, I never noticed, b-because I was a selfish little brat! No, no no NOOOOOO!"
"Absolutely not. Not once," she muttered quietly into her shoulder, continuing to clutch her top and bring her close however she could. With a few more sobs and a sniff; "You didn’t do a thing! It’s all me. I just wanted to keep you safe, and protect you, and for you to succeed. I didn't want you to know! I don't want you to think that… I-I’m…" She swallowed, having to force the next few words out her mouth. "That I was a whore! A pathetic, worthless whore who literally sold herself for your sake! I didn't want you to think that o-or look at me that way!"
"NO! Stop it, j-just- don't ever say that, you're my sister, y-you're not a- I hate them! Tell me who they are and we'll find them and make them pay!"
"It's over. It's done with, okay?" Winter affirmed, finally coming out from Weiss's shoulder. Cheeks were still wet from crying, but that didn't stop her from putting a hand on her shoulder reassuringly, stroking her gently. "It's… It's like Yang said. We start again, from here. That isn't going to happen again, and I'll never… I'll never judge anyone in your life again based solely on what they have in their underwear."
The phrasing caused Weiss to laugh wetly, leaning her forehead down onto her sister's head so as to avoid eye contact. At least for the moment. Then she whispered, "You… must have really hated me for having to do that in my place. No," she followed up quickly when Winter opened her mouth to protest. "No, there's no way you could have let yourself be… abused over and over for my sake and not really wished I wasn't around so you wouldn't have to. If not always, then sometimes."
"No, never." Again Winter corrected her with a little kiss to her cheek. Hearing Weiss sigh, that she was grateful for the small display of affection instead of repulsed, she felt comfortable leaning back in her chair if Weiss didn’t want to hop off her lap. Even if most of the tears were gone, her voice was still strained; it took concentrated effort to talk about this.
"Not even once did I want that for you. My darling sister, I only wanted to keep you safe, untouched, pure. And that's why… when I discovered you and Yang were an item, I panicked. I didn't want to imagine you'd found yourself in that situation." Strangely, now she found herself lightly smiling and laughing. "And yet, Yang's proven she's about the only person I would ever trust with your heart. I'm a lousy judge of character."
"Maybe," Weiss admitted with a chuckle. "But you were doing your best. I still wish you had really talked with me instead of just deciding everything on your own, and I can’t quite forgive you for how brutal you were, but…" Here she paused to take a deep breath. "I take back what I said about you not being my sister anymore. Yang being hospitalized was so fresh in my mind… and you going behind my back. That sucked, even though I didn't understand why you did it, but we're always going to be family… if you still want me to be, I mean."
"Of course I do! Oh, Of course." Once again, Winter began to sob, and held her closer as she grinned, nuzzling her hair in desperation to reestablish their bond. There were so many emotions she couldn't keep track, but finally it was overwhelming happiness that eclipsed everything. She hadn't lost her sister. She had in fact got her back - and their bond might stronger then ever. And gained some friends in the process.
"I m-missed you so much all these years," Weiss told her, voice becoming less and less formal. Finally sounding like the Weiss from their childhood. Her mouth twitched into a bittersweet smile. "Remember how we used to record those 'music videos' but we were just dancing to whatever was on the radio?"
Suddenly she laughed out loud, quickly wiping her eyes as she finally eased herself out the hug. "How could I forget? You always wanted to clomp around in heels ten sizes too big for you."
"God! I wonder if those are still around anywhere… you always wanted to wear Mom's makeup but you didn't… know how to put it on…"
At the mention of their mother, both women grew quiet. It had been many years, so the topic had lost much of its sting, but there was never any anticipating how melancholy it would make them feel. Weiss looked down toward Winter's crisp suit sadly.
"You think… that's what changed us? Our sisterly thing?"
There was a small sigh again as Winter pulled her in a little closer, looking down toward the floor. There was no denying that the family dynamic had changed when the matriarch passed. Everyone became more distant, more serious. And all at a period when Weiss was still a child. She was forced to grow up too quickly, even when everyone else already had.
"It didn't help," she admitted. "I know Father and I didn't handle it well… we became focused on the future. Too focused."
"Yeah." She tried her best to keep her tone neutral, despite how sensitive this subject would always be for all of them. "I didn't know what to think, I was too little. But I appreciate it now. It was… difficult growing up that way, but look where I am; successful, popular… dating a hot blonde." Then she chanced a goofy little grin. "And my family came back to me, eventually."
"That we did. And I hope you know that we'll never leave you. Especially now we know that Father hasn’t lost his mind over this most recent development. But… it does make me feel a little silly that we ever doubted him."
“Me too,” Weiss whispered with a grin. Winter seemed to grin right back, allowing their slightly lower moods to pass. That was until she felt a buzz in her pocket of her cell. Managing to grab it, even despite Weiss still being in a silly position on her lap, she seemed to frown slightly.
"The plane is ready. I'd better get going."
A long whine issued from deep in Weiss's throat. "You really have to?" But even as she asked, she was grudgingly extracting herself from Winter's lap. It felt so safe there, when she had felt so unsafe lately. "Well, alright. I guess it's only a week or so. But you better be ready for a sister sleepover when I get there - and I don't want to hear any of that 'we're too old for that' nonsense!"
Rolling her eyes, she began to stand again once Weiss was off her lap, quickly putting her phone away. "Fine, fine. I owe you that at least. And you…" She paused a moment to see the smile on her face, it bringing one to her own. A genuine one that wouldn't vanish for a long, long time. "…Promise you'll keep Yang in line. Just because I made such a big mistake doesn’t mean I'm going to want a rowdy sister-in-law getting you in trouble, either, you know."
Not that Winter would have any way of knowing - and Weiss hoped she never would - but her thoughts went to a certain blue item she had tested out just before she and Yang took their brief vacation from each other, and she couldn't help but cackle mischievously.
"Oh… I have my ways."

The cab ride to Blake's was a pleasant one. Yang had kept to her word, waiting for Weiss even as the others got a separate ride home. And that even worked out for the better; half way through the journey, their driver had seemed to have recognised them both from the news, and instead of throwing a Bible at them or something, happily talked to them both about how good it felt to see more celebrities being comfortable with who they were in public. It was certainly an uplifting experience for them both; one Weiss was slowly getting used to and would hopefully continue to enjoy, and one Yang was finally beginning to get a taste for.
An hour after they arrived at Blake's, taste became another topic of discussion that was up in arms. While no one wanted anything in particular, Ruby herself was more in the mood for Chinese food. And as soon as Sun mentioned his Uncle's restaurant, Yang had stopped them in their tracks. Much to Ruby's disdain.
"Look, it'll be so awkward buying take out from the place I got fired from, okay?"
"But you could hide in the bathroom or something!" Ruby was insisting, a pouty look in place. "I just really want some sesame chicken, okay? Is that too much to ask after watching Weiss's stage explode?!"
Chucking at their silly sibling feud, Blake stood from the couch and stretched lazily. "Okay, well, you guys figure this out while I go upstairs and change. Plus I need to, uh, de-stress." She glanced at the others. "Anybody else coming?"
"Yeah, why not? If you don't mind the company, of course." But Sun had already stood up to join her anyway, pacing over as he waited for anyone else to respond. Yang shook her head as expected, knowing the doctors had recommended staying away from things like that. But as for her diva girlfriend…
"Yeah, I'll come with you."
Blake blinked in total surprise. "You… will? Seriously? Gotta admit, thought you'd stay here."
"I'm not attached at the hip to my girlfriend," she protested, standing from the couch elegantly with her nose in the air. "Besides, I'm thinking about taking off my bra and I wouldn't want to embarrass the young ones."
"Only younger by a year," Ruby grumbled under her breath… even as her cheeks got pinker at the thought of Weiss and her bra.
"We'll wait down here for you, and trust Yang's judgement on what you would order!" Penny replied cheerfully, offering a silly salute to them all before they headed off.
But just as Sun and Blake exited, and Weiss was about to, Yang quickly grabbed her arm, pulling her in close. "You… do know what she means by ‘de-stress’, right?"
"I'm not a baby," she whispered. "I know they mean use something Ruby’s too young for to take the edge off. I'll be fine." Then with a quick kiss on her cheek, she hurried to catch up with the other two.
By the time she made it up to Blake's room, the raven-haired woman was already out of her shoes and had dumped her suitcase in the corner. Sighing as she paced in a few more steps and nudged the door shut, Weiss began, "Okay, now I don't want to go overboard; just a little to loosen me up. Relax. I mean, after all I've been through lately…"
Sun's eyebrow had raised in surprise. So she really did want to try this. That, or she had no idea and was in for a big shock. Either way, this was going to be a hilarious experience. "Alrighty then." Sun smirked, pulling open one of Blake's drawers to find the mystery box. She'd moved it to her bedroom since Yang started buying her own, just so the supplies were in different places – and now Yang wouldn’t be doing that at all, but it still seemed wise to have kept it away from her easy access. Opening it up and withdrawing the bag of substance, the room was yet again filled with an earthy scent. One Blake knew too well.
"Ahhh," Blake sighed pleasantly, a relaxed smile spreading across her face even before they had begun. "Missed that while I was in Cali… which is kind of ironic, I guess. Laws being what they are."
But of course, now their company was staring bug-eyed at the bag filled with herb, completely frozen in place. This was definitely not how she expected them to be "de-stressing" – which she had assumed to be alcohol. She couldn't even speak or otherwise react. This was actually happening. The perfect pop princess was in the proximity of marijuana.
"I hope you don't mind if I take the first hit to get 'er going, m'lady?" Sun asked, taking a small amount and putting it into the bowl of the pipe. Not long afterward, he grasped the lighter, just about to bring it up and light it… until he saw the gone-out expression on Weiss's face. And once more, began to chuckle to himself. "Unless we let the guest try first?"
"I… are you sure it's alright?" She had meant legally-speaking, given that she had never knowingly been in the same room as an illicit substance before. But she tried to cover her innocent ignorance hastily. "Y-you know, since I'm the guest. And haven't smoked before. N-not this, anyway."
"Totally," Blake told her with a warmer smile. The pop star was so transparent. Figuring out that this was her first time seemed to change her attitude toward her completely. "But, uh, maybe you should let Sun hit it first and get us started. You know, watch how it's done?"
"Oh. Well… that sounds reasonable." Seeing that Blake was already on the bed, she also perched on the very edge, trying not to look so nervous.
"Alrighty. So you light this here, then cover this hole so you can start to pull…" Holding the pipe to his mouth, he covered the small hole at the back, lighting the substance as he started to take a breath inward. Once it seemed to take, his finger moved away and he allowed himself to take a deeper breath, before he backed away and released it into the air above. Only then did he offer both that and the lighter to Weiss.
"And your turn. But be careful not to spill any of the embers on the floor!"
"Oh, I think I can handle that," she scoffed, her voice just slightly too high to be believed. The procedure seemed simple enough, but she couldn't believe what she was about to do! Was this really something Yang had started going in her spare time, all the time?
The pipe was deceptively light, made mostly of glass. Even though the fumes from the smoke were noxious to her, she had been to enough wrap parties where a cigar was passed around that it didn't literally make her gag on contact. The embers in the top were still smouldering, giving off thin wisps of white smoke…
When she raised it to her mouth, she hesitated; a boy's lips had been on the end. This would be the end of her "lesbian streak", wouldn't it? Not that sharing a pipe meant anything, really. She was being ridiculous. Throwing caution to the wind, she inhaled what was already burning-
And choked, and gagged. Remembering Sun's warning, she was extra careful to hold the pipe away perfectly upright as she coughed, eyes watering.
"Whoa, whoa!" Blake laughed at her. "Easy there, Duchess of Pop!"
"Don't laugh at m-" but Weiss couldn't even finish her sentence before she had to cough again. Her vision was blurring from coughing-tears, and her head felt… oddly lighter. It wasn't a bad sensation at all, completely different from the way alcohol seemed to weigh her down.
But Sun did laugh. And laugh. He couldn't help it, this was the first time he'd seen another newcomer take their first hit. Blake really wasn't kidding when she told him that everyone coughed and gagged the first time just like he did.
"Aaaand you breathed it in, didn't you?" he asked, trying to contain his laughter as he steadied her hand. "You gotta take it slow. Like… how do I describe it… eating the smoke instead of just breathing it? That sorta thing."
"M-maybe I don't want any more!" she burst out, shoving the pipe in Blake's direction.
"Nooo, we're sorry," Blake told her, though she was still giggling. "Just… I've never seen anybody just inhaling what's left of somebody else's hit and cough, usually it takes a way bigger hit than that!" But she did take the pipe, and turned slightly to face Weiss properly. "Okay, watch how I don't really 'inhale' it, but more let it fill my lungs…"
She repeated Sun's actions, and Weiss paid attention, trying to remember what Sun said about "eating" it. Blake's throat didn't work like she was swallowing anything, but she didn't seem to be breathing normally, either. When Blake passed the pipe back to her, she curled her lip.
"You guys make it look so easy…" Again, she took the safer route, just inhaling what was left of Blake's turn. This time… it still burned her throat oddly, but she managed to keep from coughing. At least, until she had already pulled away and breathed out most of the smoke; then it snuck up on her, and she coughed once or twice.
"There we go, much better!" Sun grinned. He didn't yet take the pipe back from her. He instead waited for her to finish the last of the coughing, and rather than take it, he simply watched. "I think she's ready to try and take a hit of her own, don't you, m'lady?"
"Wait!" Blake fell onto her back and stretched out as much as she could, and Weiss snorted when she saw most of her stomach revealed by her raising shirt. Her hand just managed to snatch a bottle of water from her nightstand, and then she sat up and offered it to the guest. "Here, coat your throat."
"Thank you," Weiss sighed, passing the pipe back as she took the bottle, uncapped it, and took a couple of small swigs. That did help, even though she could feel her throat trying to choke on that, as well. But she was getting better at suppressing that impulse. Privately, she realised that her experience going down on Yang probably helped a lot with that… but decided that was a bit crass to mention.
"Good. Now… switch."
"Okay." Passing the water back, she took the pipe and raised the lighter. "Um… I'm sorry, what-"
"Cover the hole with your finger, light, pull in slowly, let go of the hole and the flame and… smoke."
"Right." So Weiss did as she was instructed. This time, better prepared for how it was going to feel, she was able to pull everything off without a hitch. Quick study. Smiling very slightly and having to force herself not to laugh in triumph — for fear of more coughing — she blew the smoke in Blake's direction.
Once she was in the clear, Sun clapped to cheer her on, lightly punching her shoulder in a friendly gesture. "Now you got it mastered! If it helps, I'm pretty sure Yang woulda been the same way. And, say if she ever wants to take a hit again and you wanna try something out…" He then looked toward Blake as he took the pipe and lighter back from her. She of course knew what the intent of such a look was, but it would be a fun lesson to teach Weiss. Even if she never needed it.
Smirking, Blake leaned forward, laying the recapped water bottle aside. Weiss wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but was already prepared to roll her eyes. Taking another, much larger hit this time, he kept it in his mouth when he looked in Weiss's direction a moment, managing to smirk, even though a small wisp of smoke escaped his mouth. And then he leant toward Blake, opening his mouth against hers and letting the smoke out into hers. Shotgunning once again.
"O-oh," Weiss said, feeling her face grow hot. That was actually not what she was expecting at all. It seemed so intimate, so… sensual. Even though it was because of something as disgusting as smoking. Were they really so comfortable doing that in front of other people?
"Now," Blake breathed out, the room filling with more haze as she did so. "We're not saying you have to do that with Yang, especially not while she's still on antidepressants. Or with either of us. Just… you know, a fun idea."
As Blake raised the pipe, Weiss frowned down at her hands where they were balanced against her own calf. Her eyelashes lowered slightly. "Yeah… she hasn't… really talked about anything much. Like that she's on pills; I didn't know that. Is… I mean, should I not be asking about that? I know we're together, but that might be too personal."
"I think I know the answer to that one," Sun said as he waited for his turn, hitching himself further back onto the bed so he could cross his legs as he spoke to her. "Now don't take this the wrong way, either of you; but she was raised as a guy up until she came out, right? If she was raised anything like I was, the main thing parents tell boys without even thinking about it is that you put everyone else in front of your own feelings. And we kinda just… bottle everything up. My guess is she still has that mindset, like she doesn't wanna worry you, or look weak or some shit. Well, that's a theory, anyways."
"But she's not a boy!" Weiss burst out automatically, looking stricken at Sun's comparison.
"That's not what he's saying," Blake followed up quickly, supporting her boyfriend. "Like… believe me, not to get too deep into the discussion because I don't want to mess with your head, but Yang definitely doesn't fuck like a boy, or act like one or anything. Despite the dick. But I mean, you can't entirely erase your upbringing; it still stays with you."
Of course, the diva did avert her eyes when Blake brought up the subject of how Yang behaved in the bedroom. "W-well… I mean, you're probably right, but I don't like thinking about her being treated like a boy before. Feels like it's not fair to her to think of her being one at any point in her life."
"Nah, I get it,” Sun agreed. “I mean, I didn't know her as anything other than a woman, only little things from what Blake's told me before." Taking the pipe again, but noticing most of what was left had turned to ash, he scooched forward off the bed again rather than taking another hit, wandering toward the small ashtray of Blake's to dispose of it. "But Yang's pretty selfless, anyway. Double that with being raised to be a man… you get me. Like Blake said, it doesn't get undone easily."
"Right…" When Sun packed the bowl again, adding more than the first time, Weiss blushed and let out a weak little laugh. "Oh, w-we're doing more, huh?"
"Yeah," Blake said with a more subdued grin than before. The dark subject matter was still lingering in her mind. "Didn't want to hit you full-force; that was kind of a warm-up."
"Besides, this stuff doesn't kick in for another ten minutes or so. Pleeenty of time to smoke more before we feel it." Satisfied with how much he'd packed, he lifted it up to his lips again, lighting it and taking yet another hit. Straight after, he handed them both to Weiss again as he blew what he had out toward the ceiling again.
Frowning very slightly, Weiss raised the pipe, then lowered it. "Okay, so I think I'm going to have to tell Yang I know she’s taking medication, and ask her to talk to me about it. Because I already had one person keeping secrets from me to 'protect' me in recent history, and I think heading that off early is just… smarter."
"Oh… yeah, I guess I shouldn't have been the one to tell you, I just… figured you knew." Blake had the good decency to squirm.
"Well, it's alright with me. And I'll confirm to Yang that you weren't blabbing any secrets on purpose." Then she took another hit, eyes watering at the odd burning sensation in the back of her throat. The fumes were starting to bother her less by now.
"Cool, cool. Now you just gotta argue with the college kids over who gets the spare bedroom and who gets the sofa," Sun jested. He felt just as bad for them both being the ones to tell Yang. But at the end of the day, knowing it was better that Weiss knew was what kept him from apologising, or immediately getting defensive and changing the story. After all, she could remind Yang to keep taking them should she ever forget.
No more secrets should be kept anymore after what almost happened.
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