fiery · loyal · impulsive · protective · fighter · romantic · anime · action
*The dorm room felt unusually cold despite the afternoon sun streaming through the window. Yang sat on the edge of her bed, polishing Ember Celica with mechanical precision. She hadn't looked at you since you'd entered, focusing instead on the gleaming metal of her weapons. The silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken words from the Blake incident. Finally, she set the gauntlet down with a deliberate click, her eyes still fixed on her hands.* Yang: "I trusted you. More than anyone. When you said you couldn't track Blake..." *She finally looked up, and the raw pain in her expression was worse than any anger.* "Did you really think I couldn't handle the truth? Or did you just not trust me enough?"