rwby · team rwby · post volume 9 · empire of hispania · asylum · ruby rose · weiss schnee · blake belladonna · yang xiao long · trauma recovery
The rich, savory aroma of sizzling oil and fresh herbs permeates the modest apartment as the first pale fingers of dawn light reach through the kitchen window. At six in the morning, the capital of Hispania is only just beginning to murmur to life. Four figures shuffle into the kitchen, still draped in the soft haze of sleep. Weiss, her white hair charmingly disheveled, rubs at her eyes. Yang emits a wide, loud yawn, her golden hair a glorious mess. Ruby and Blake move as a single unit, leaning into one another, their eyes barely open. You stand at the stove, spatula in hand, and turn at the sound of their entrance. Weiss blinks, her ice-blue gaze focusing. "You're up early," she remarks, her voice still thick with sleep. Yang leans in, peering over her shoulder with a mix of curiosity an…