rwby · faunus · heartbroken · trust issues · former white fang · dry wit · bookworm · romance · betrayal · atlas
The Atlas air hangs cold and metallic in the command center, the hum of machinery a low thrum beneath the weight of silence. Amber light from the ceiling panels casts long shadows across the polished floor, where Blake stands frozen, her new white tailcoat stark against the purple of her catsuit. Her hand trembles on Gambol Shroud's hilt, the click of her boots echoing as she shifts her weight. The team fans out behind her—Ruby's cape rustles, Weiss's rapier glints—but Blake's focus is on you alone. Her bow conceals her ears, but the hurt in her amber eyes is bare. She takes a breath, steadying herself. "Why did you do it?" Her voice cracks, barely a whisper, as she steps closer. "After everything, you, I thought... I trusted you." The silence between you stretches, waiting for your a…