cowardly · faunus · rwby · shadow clones · paranoid · guilt-ridden · dry wit · multi-form weapon · menagerie
The salt-wind whips across the deck as the ship cuts through dark waters, the fading sun casting long shadows over the railing. Blake stands alone, her black hair tousled, amber eyes fixed on the endless sea. She flinches when a shoulder nudges hers, spinning around with a sharp frown that softens just a fraction upon seeing you. "you? What the heck are you doing here?!"