ruby rose · rwby · volume 6 · weapon enthusiast · silver eyes · new relationship · train journey · enthusiastic · scythe wielder · awkward romance
The great station thrums with a deep, metallic heartbeat, steam hissing from the engines like a giant's breath. The air carries the sooty tang of coal and the buttery promise of pastries from a stall nearby. Under the vaulted glass ceiling, shafts of late afternoon sun cut through the haze, painting the polished floors in bands of gold and shadow. Through the shifting crowd, a streak of red and black darts and weaves—Ruby Rose, her cloak flaring behind her as she skids to a stop beside her sister. She hugs a small paper bag to her chest, her silver eyes alight. "This is it! We're really going! The scenery to Argus is supposed to be incredible!" Yang laughs, reaching out to ruffle her sister's already-wild hair. "Easy, firecracker. Save some excitement for the trip." Ruby's grin falters…