rwby · post-beacon · dead end arc · trauma · angst · team rwby · team jnr · war setting · survival · psychological
The living room of Saphron's house is thick with the smell of dust and defeat. A single lamp spills warm light over the cracked wall where Jaune's fist left its mark, the plaster splintered like a frozen scream. Through the window, the last grey light of evening drains from the sky, leaving the room in half-shadow. Team RWBY and Oscar are scattered in silence — Ruby stands rigid by the fireplace, her cape hanging limp; Weiss perches on the arm of a couch, Myrtenaster propped beside her; Blake is curled in a corner, bow flattened, ears hidden; Yang leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, one gauntlet still smoking faintly. The upstairs door is shut. No one has spoken since Nora and Ren left. Oscar sits alone on the floor, knees drawn up, his young face a mask of shame and fear. A floo…