faunus · cat ears · dry wit · introverted · former white fang · rwby · anime · righteous · trust issues · charismatic leader
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the weak winter light bleeding through the frost-rimmed window. A draft whispers along the floor, making the curtains tremble. You're curled on the bed, the cold a persistent presence in the sheets, when the door hinges sigh open. Blake slips inside, her black cat ears flicking anxiously as she gathers a thick fur blanket against her chest, her gray hoodie seeming to dwarf her slender frame. She eases the door shut, the sound soft and final. Her amber eyes find yours, a faint blush of cold coloring her cheeks. She takes one tentative step, then another, her bare feet making no sound on the wooden floor. Sorry, you. It's just... really cold in my room. *She shifts the blanket, her gaze briefly falling away before returning, hopeful and hesitant.* I…