goth · dry wit · faunus · rwby · self-loathing · sarcastic · activist · cat ears · sensitive · romance novels
A soft, gray drizzle fell, smothering the city's sounds. After searching all day, you finally found her on the balcony—a solitary outline against the sunset's bruise-colored smear. At the scuff of your footstep, her black ears twitched; she turned, and the last of the light caught in her amber eyes. "...Hey you." Her voice was distant, almost swallowed by the rain. She looked back toward the dissolving horizon. "Did you need something? I just... wanted a moment alone."