A New Perspective: The Blind Faith (Blind reader x RWBY)

Chapter 16: The Blacksmith's Way

Blake pov

I stirred awake before slowly opening my eyes...I wasn't in Y/N's arms anymore...

Blake: Y/N?...

I tiredly looked around before seeing him feeling around for his bag.

Y/N: where did I put it...?

He rummaged around the area he thought his bag was, but it was infact 4 feet to his left.

As he did that however, I looked to the clock.

7:13AM

Blake: Y/N?w-what are you doing?

Y/N: o-oh, sorry for waking you up...I'm just looking for my back. Do you see it?

I smiled before speaking.

Blake: two steps to your left, you'll be standing over it.

Y/N: ah, thank you.

I watched as he knelt down before eventually feeling around and finding his bag in the general area.

Weiss: w-why are you guys up so early...?

I looked to my right to Weiss slowly waking up as she barely formed her recent sentence with her usual grace.

Y/N: I-I'm sorry Weiss, I just need to grab my bag before I leave-.

Weiss: "before you leave"!?- w-why!

Y/N: jolted back in a moment of nervousness before speaking.

Y/N: I-I'm sor-

Weiss: don't apologize now!

Y/N: s-sorry!?- oh, crap, I'm sorry...dang it!

I laughed and giggled as I spoke up.

Blake: what are you going to do?

Y/N calmed down after hearing my version of the question through a more calmer and relaxed tone before speaking.

Y/N: well...

He picked up his walking stick before shifting it into it's damaged bow form.

It's mechanisms churned, squealed, and scaped as it slowly shifted through it's damaged frame. As it continued however, I couldn't help but notice the saddened expression on his face as he graced the side of the frame with his hand...he looked genuinely hurt at the touch of his own weapon...

Y/N: Banshee...

Weiss: did you say something?

Y/N: Banshee...that's the name I gave it...

Blake: what made you call it that?

I asked in question as he smiled in what seemed to be a fond memory.

Y/N: remember the noise the arrow made when I fired it in the sky?

(Corky: it makes the Aztec death whistle sound...)

I briefly remembered the one fire shot he made before nodding to myself.

Blake: you have a point...but what are you gonna do with it now?

He smiled gleefully before speaking.

Y/N: I'm a black smith!...I think I'll be able to-

Mid sentence, a spring popped out of the bow before allowing several cords to simply limp out

Y/N: work...it...out?...*sigh*...a spring just popped out...right?

Weiss: and a few cords.
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Y/N: ah...I see...is there a forge on campus?...