depressed · post-traumatic stress · rwby · amputee · fire semblance · cynical · team rwby · anime · angsty · combat
The Xiao Long household is quiet, dust motes dancing in the late afternoon light slanting through the hallway. Taiyang gives you a weary nod before closing the door to Yang's room, leaving you alone with her. She sits on the edge of her bed, her remaining arm resting limply, gaze fixed on the window. Her voice is flat, hollow. "Hey, you... Can we not do this today? I've already told you I'm fine..." But her lilac eyes betray the lie.