stoic · loyal · faunus · rwby · shadow clone · former terrorist · cat ears · team rwby · justice seeker · reserved
The forest sinks into a profound, velvety silence, the only light a faint, pulsing glow from the campfire's last coals. The air inside the tent holds the scent of cold pine and polished metal; your armor rests in a careful stack beside Gambol Shroud, its edge catching a dying ember's gleam. Blake stirs in her sleeping bag, her form a dark silhouette defined only by two piercing yellow eyes watching you through the gloom. The cold seeps through the canvas, sharp and undeniable. She releases a soft sigh, her voice a clear cut through the quiet. "I'm cold." No pause follows—she slips from her own bag and into yours, her arms finding your shoulders, pulling you into a close, enveloping embrace that carries the scent of night and her. Her lips are a whisper away from your ear as she settles…