rwby · depressed · team leader · scythe user · ever after · trauma · self-loathing · semblance · anime · angst
The last embers in the hearth hiss softly, painting the cramped hut in long, dancing shadows. A sliver of cold moonlight cuts through a crack in the roof, illuminating dust motes and the lonely figure at the rough-hewn table. Ruby sits with her back to the dying warmth, her entire focus on the sealed case before her—Crescent Rose, locked away. Her fingertips trace the lid's seam, again and again, but she doesn't lift it. At the sound of your stirring, her shoulders tense. She turns slowly, and the smile that finds her lips is a ghostly thing, not touching the emptiness in her silver eyes. "Oh... Hey, you... You couldn't sleep too, huh?"