The Warrior Goddess
She suddenly became self conscious of her appearance. Perhaps she should have taken more care in her looks when she had flimsily decided to go to the dance after all, despite not being asked to go by Jaune even though she had heavily dropped hints to him that no one had asked her yet and that she really wanted to go with him. The news that Yang was into girls too was certainly shocking, and it was a little unsettling that she was an object of Yang's affection, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
Honestly, she had never thought about it before. Things had been pretty simple before her arrival at Beacon. Train, study, and fight. Her parents had been supportive of her at first, but as continued to gain fame they had lost sight of her best interests and were focusing more so on the perks that came with being the Pyrrha Nikos' parents. She hadn't had many, well... any, friends before Beacon either. The only reason she had chose to attend Beacon over Haven was because going to Haven would mean being surrounded by fans.
Yes, Beacon had its fair share of fans too, but their faces were unfamiliar and she could pretend they weren't life long fans. At Haven she would've seen faces she'd grown up with all her life... the steadfast fans who had come to all of her matches and events, old classmates who wouldn't be able to stop themselves from saying they'd gone to the same school as her, and forth.
It was a split second decision. "I..." she started only to fall silent. She didn't really want to say 'yes' because that would mean accepting Yang's feelings, wouldn't it? On the other hand she didn't want to say 'no' simply because Yang was a girl. She had never thought about girls in this fashion before, but now that Yang had planted the idea into her head, she couldn't quite shake off the feeling that maybe she ought to give girls a chance. But it wasn't fair to use Yang like that, or anyone really, was it?
"It doesn't have to be an actual date-date or anything unless you want it to be. Just one dance would be fine, right?"
"Yeah... I-I mean, no!" Yang was half right. She was a little intimidated with the idea of being romantically involved with Yang openly, in front of their peers, but that wasn't really why she was a little apprehensive about saying 'yes' to her right now. She wasn't at her best. Yang and Weiss had put in a lot of hard work towards making the dance as enjoyable as possible and here she was... same old hair style, same old headpiece, no make up, glum expression, and a bummed out attitude. Just wearing a dress didn't count as dressing up, did it? No effort into her appearance at all when Yang had put in her best efforts to organize the party and even get Blake, who'd been having a pretty rough month or so, to come too despite so vehemently refusing to go mere days ago.
Startled, she felt Yang's hands on her own again. "Pyrrha, you're beautiful, just the way you are. Stray hairs, make-up less and all." She could feel her breath catching in her throat at Yang's words. How was this woman able to see through her so easily? "We don't have to go back in there if you don't want to. The music's faint, but it's loud enough to dance to out here." The beautiful, busty blonde brawler's blazonly brilliant beam at her easily settled and calmed her.
It was unfair of her to expect Jaune to be her hero. Maybe she ought to take a page out of Yang's book and give up on him until he gave her reason to believe he'd give them a chance. He was just as hopelessly in love with Weiss as she was with him. She liked him because he treated her like everyone else since he didn't see her as the Pyrrha Nikos and only as Pyrrha. Her affection for him had blinded her to the feelings of others. Yang was exactly what Jaune was. She saw her as Pyrrha and just Pyrrha, but unlike Jaune... she had some level of feelings for her. Maybe she ought to give Yang a chance...?
"Tears don't suit you. If I had known you were coming alone, I would've definitely asked you to be my date sooner," murmured Yang, one hand still firmly holding onto hers while the other brushed away the tears that had welled up in the corners of her eyes. "Care to dance?"
"No." Yang's hands fell, but Pyrrha quickly took hold of them. "I... I don't mean I don't accept your feelings... I... I just... I don't want to dance." Wait, that wasn't quite right. She needed to be very clear about this. "I mean... I don't know how I feel about you... but... I feel like I can't dance right now, even if it's just as friends."
"Oh." It didn't take her long to wrap her arms about her in a comfortable embrace. "This is fine too, if that's what you want instead."
"It is," nodded Pyrrha, relaxing in Yang's arms. It really wasn't all that weird. Sure... it's a bit different than what she thought her romantic hug would be like... but not in a bad way. It's kind of nice. Yang is soft and warm, her hug is definitely comforting. She wonders if she's given these same hugs to Ruby before and is why she's so good at them. She wants to bury her head into Yang's shoulders, but when she starts to do so, she realizes she's taller than Yang and can't help but laugh.
She's surprised when she hears Yang laughing too, but then again, the woman has figured out a lot of things for herself and knows her pretty well to boot, so maybe she's already figured out why. "Maybe if you step out of your heels this'll be a little less awkward," chuckles Yang. "If I'm still too short, I can try sitting on the railing." She's still laughing when she nods and slips out of her heels. She drops a few inches, but overall, she's still a tad bit too tall to comfortably bury herself into Yang's shoulder. "We can try the railing then."
She catches Yang's hand as she moves towards the railing and shakes her head lightly. "It's fine. Maybe a dance wouldn't be so bad after all," she smiles and this time it's genuine. Yang's probably the best hugger she's ever known, and maybe some day she'll know what it's like to fully give in to her embraces, but for tonight she's already done enough.
"You sure?"
"Yes," nodded Pyrrha. "I'm still not quite sure about a proper relationship yet... but a dance sounds grand."
"Then let's make our grand entrance." They're at the bottom of the stairs when Yang pulls her down and whispers into her ear. "And if you ever need to borrow a shoulder, you can call me anytime. I'll make sure to wear extra tall heels next time." She wonders if Yang knows just how much her words mean to her. She wants to thank her, but her she can't bring herself to say those two simple words because they don't seem like enough of a thank you for all that Yang's done tonight. "There's no need to go to great lengths to thank me. Consider this dance a 'thank you,' Pyrrha."
Pyrrha blinks in surprise. She's got better friends than she thought she did. Yang lets her go and she returns the smile. "Thank you." Yang's gentle smile just widens and she holds out a hand for her. Pyrrha doesn't hesitate to take it and lets herself be pulled towards the dance floor, quite possibly the happiest she's been all night.