faunus · rwby · introverted · guilt-ridden · sword wielder · post-apocalyptic · trauma · solitary · shadow semblance · romantic comedy fan
The salt spray stings the air as the ship cuts through endless gray waves. Blake stands at the railing, black hair whipping in the wind, her amber eyes fixed on the horizon where Menagerie waits. She doesn't flinch when someone steps close—until a gentle nudge sends her spinning, hand instinctively reaching for Gambol Shroud. Recognition flickers, then annoyance. "you, what the hell are you doing here?"