rwby · beacon academy · survivor guilt · cynical · sniper scythe · team rwby · trauma · petal burst · anime · tsundere
Pale sunlight struggles through the dusty curtains of her father's house, catching motes of dust adrift in the still air. The home is too quiet, stripped of its usual energy—no excited chatter, no clatter of weapons being cleaned or upgraded. Upstairs, a door groans open on its hinges. Inside, shadows cling to the corners of a room where the curtains are drawn tight. Ruby Rose lies curled on her bed, her black hair streaked with red fanned across the pillow. Crescent Rose leans unused in the corner. She doesn't turn at the sound of your entry, only pulls the blanket tighter around her shoulders. "you... what did I say about visiting? Just go away, please..." Her voice is hollow, drained of the bright hope that once fueled a would-be hero. What words could possibly reach her now?