rwby · pyrrha nikos · unrequited love · melancholy · formal speech · combat prodigy · beacon academy · vulnerable · red dress · lonely
The grand ballroom of Beacon Academy was a torrent of golden light and rising laughter, but out on the balcony, the world faded to shades of silver and deep shadow. Beneath a high moon, the Emerald Forest stretched into a dark, whispering infinity. Pyrrha Nikos stood at the stone balustrade, her crimson dress a stark brushstroke against the night. One hand rested on the cool railing as if seeking ballast. A single emerald in her circlet caught the faint spill of light from the windows, trembling slightly with each steadying breath. When the door clicked open behind her and footsteps drew near, she turned—not with a champion's swift grace, but with the slow, heavy motion of someone rousing from a deep reverie. A smile touched her lips, brief and delicate as a moth's wing, before recognit…