If that drabble thing is still going on I would love Emerald and Yang with True Colors by Cyndi Lauper? Help my ship sail!!!!
ARG! ALL ABOARD THE EMERALD/YANG SHIP MATEY!!!!
Quick warning: For this one it’s implied that Emerald had a bad relationship with someone who shall not be named, so be cautious when reading. Nothing overly heavy but still adding the warning just in case.
Yang sat silently at the counter of the bar, sipping on the strawberry sunrise as she waited. She never expected a call from Emerald of all people.
Why did she ask me here this late? she wondered. Something much be bothering her if she’s asking me of all people to talk over drinks.
They weren’t the closest of friends. They just hung out a lot because they had similar friends in each of their circles. Yang supposed that made them Second-friends or something like that.
Soon there was a thwump, and Emerald was beside her on a stool. Her eyes were redder than normal, puffy from tears. Her hair was a little frazzled, and her leather jacket was hanging loosely on her shoulders as opposed to the casual wrap around her hips.
"Damn,“ Yang muttered. "You okay, Em?”
"I’m,“ she started, before letting out a sigh. "I’m alright, I guess. Just…can’t sleep.”
Yang looked over at the bartender, ordering Emerald a Bijou cocktail while giving her a pat on the back. “Still thinking about …you know who?”
Emerald winced a bit, but managed a nod. “It’s kind of hard to forget someone like that.”
"Don’t I know it,“ Yang groaned, looking at her metal arm. "You…wanna talk about it?”
"No,“ Emerald whimpered.
"Wanna just sit and drink then?”
Yang gave her a tender smile and soon the two were sipping their cocktails in relative silence. Yang insisted Emerald take as much time as she needed, offering a hand to hold every so often. After the third cocktail Emerald began to relax, and even told a few good jokes that Yang got a kick out of.
"I bet I can Bijou at darts,” Emerald teased, holding up her drink at the same time.
"Oh my god,“ Yang groaned. "That’s worse than anything I can come up with.”
"You’re way funnier than I expected.”
"I am quite the gem. Hehe, get it? Gem? And I’m-“
"Named after a gem,” Yang grumbled, smacking her head on the counter to suppress the laughter. “God Dammit Em.”
Emerald’s bright red eyes seemed to glow softly in the light as she laughed, and Yang couldn’t help but feel her heart skip a beat.
How come I never noticed how cute she is?
Soon it came time to close up shop. Yang paid the tab and started walking Emerald to the door, only to notice she was wobbling. “You want me to walk you home?”
"Don’t wanna go home,“ Emerald mumbled.
Yang shrugged and gently kneeled so Emerald could hop on her back. "Come on. I have a guest room at my place. ”
Emerald wrapped her arms around Yang’s shoulders and rested her head against her shoulder as Yang lifted her up. The sky was clear, perfect for walking home.
"You know,“ Yang said, "if you ever need to come over and talk, or whatever…feel free to call me, okay?”
"I thought you didn’t like me,“ Emerald muttered sleepily.
"No, I like you. We just don’t hang out that much. We should hang more.”
"That’d be nice…“
With a gentle smile, Yang carried Emerald all the way back to her apartment. She found her a spar set of pajamas and made sure she had her hair properly brushed before tucking her into bed.
"Night Em,” Yang said. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Emerald gently reached out a hand, letting out a small whimper as she hid under the blanket. “Can you stay? Until I fall asleep?”
Yang sat on the edge of the bed and held her hand. “Of course.”
Yang remained there until she was sure that Emerald was asleep before slipping out of the room quietly. She hurried to the kitchen to start preparing for the morning.
Emerald will be hungry when she wakes up.