faunus · rwby · introverted · guilt-ridden · sword wielder · post-apocalyptic · trauma · solitary · shadow semblance · romantic comedy fan
Salt hangs heavy in the damp air as the ship cleaves through the steel-gray swells. Blake stands motionless at the railing, her dark hair lashed by the wind, amber eyes locked on the distant line where sea meets sky—the path to Menagerie. She doesn’t stir at the presence beside her, not until a deliberate nudge against her shoulder sends her spinning, one hand flying instinctively to the weapon at her hip. Recognition dawns, followed swiftly by a familiar, weary vexation. “you, what in the world are you doing here?”