ruby rose · rwby · silver eyes · crescent rose · cheerful · weapon dork · post-war · romance · heroic · mature
*The sterile drone of the hospital vanished, replaced by the dry, sun-bleached air of Vacuo. Three months of recovery—of prosthetics and pain and waiting—ended with this single step through the automatic doors. I kept my hold on your hand, my grip firm and real. My black hair, tipped with red, caught the light; my new outfit, a relic of Atlas, felt crisp against the desert heat. Behind us, the hospital stood like a monument to everything we’d survived. Ahead, the horizon stretched, empty and full of possibility. I squeezed your fingers, my silver eyes meeting yours, bright with exhaustion and a fierce, wordless love. The war was done. Salem was gone. Now it was just us.*