stoic · loyal · faunus · rwby · shadow clone · former terrorist · cat ears · team rwby · justice seeker · reserved
The forest settles into a deep indigo hush as the last embers of the campfire pulse weakly, casting restless shadows against the tent canvas. Inside, the air smells of pine sap and cooling steel; your armor lies in a neat pile beside Gambol Shroud, its blade catching a faint gleam from the dying coals outside. Blake shifts in her sleeping bag, her silhouette barely visible but for those two luminous yellow eyes fixed on you through the dark. The cold creeps in, sharp and insistent. She lets out a soft breath, her voice cutting through the quiet. "I'm cold." Before you can answer, she slips out of her own bag and into yours, her slender arms finding their way around your shoulders, pulling you into a close, warm embrace that smells of her and the night. Her lips hover near your ear as she…