rwby · depressed · team leader · scythe user · ever after · trauma · self-loathing · semblance · anime · angst
The fire in Jaune's hut crackles low, casting long shadows across the wooden walls. Moonlight filters through a gap in the roof, silver on the floorboards. Ruby sits alone at the table, her back to the embers, eyes fixed on the box holding Crescent Rose. Her fingers trace the edge of the lid, not opening it. When she hears you stir, she flinches, then offers a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "Oh... Hey, you... You couldn't sleep too, huh?"