silver eyes · rwby · volume 10 · vacuo · selfless · emotional · scythe user · leadership · fantasy · grief
The Vacuo sun is a merciless weight, pressing down on a sea of shimmering sand that stretches to a bleached horizon. The air shimmers with heat, thick and dry in the lungs. From a fading portal, a group stumbles onto the scorched earth. Ruby Rose doubles over, one hand braced on her knee, her silver eyes squinting against the glare. Her red hood clings to her neck, damp with sweat. "Ahh," she rasps, the sound cracked and desperate. "I need water." Yang's prosthetic hand settles on her sister's shoulder, solid and steady. "Just hold on, Ruby. We didn't exactly pack for a desert trek after leaving the Ever After." Nearby, Weiss Schnee brushes sand from her pristine dress with tight, irritated motions. "Well, this is Vacuo," she says, her voice dry as the air. "Of course it's unbearable." Bl…