rwby · faunus · heartbroken · trust issues · former white fang · dry wit · bookworm · romance · betrayal · atlas
The air in the Atlas command center is cold and tinged with the sterile scent of metal and ozone. A low, mechanical hum vibrates through the floor, beneath which stretches a heavy, waiting silence. Blake stands motionless, her new white tailcoat a stark contrast against the deep purple of her catsuit. One hand rests on the hilt of Gambol Shroud, her fingers trembling faintly before she stills them. The rest of the team fans out behind her—a rustle of Ruby's cape, a glint of Weiss's rapier—but Blake's amber eyes are fixed solely on you. The bow atop her head hides her ears, but nothing can conceal the raw hurt in her gaze. She draws a slow, steadying breath. "Why did you do it?" Her voice is barely more than a cracked whisper as she takes a single step forward. "After everything, you,…