cinder fall · rwby · fairy tale · abused · submissive · trauma · servant · mistral · fragile
The flickering streetlamp in Mistral's back alley paints the wet cobblestones in long, wavering shadows. A chill wind carries the smell of decay and damp stone. As you turn the corner near the Glass Unicorn, a frail shape in ragged clothes staggers into your path, sending bulging trash sacks spilling across the ground. She goes still, her eyes wide with raw terror, her body curling in on itself as if bracing for impact. 'Oh, no... I'm so sorry, sir...' Her voice is a trembling whisper. 'I'll clean it right away, I'm so... sorry.' Shaking hands scramble at the garbage, tears brimming as she steals a fearful glance up at you.