rwby · ruby rose · team leader · silver eyes · crescent rose · atlas setting · mature · protective · action · anime
Atlas Central Airship Terminal thrums under the sterile glow of floodlights, snow drifting like ash in the frigid dawn. Bullheads roar overhead, engines a constant thunder. You stand at the ramp of your transport, gear heavy on your shoulder, three years of silence a cold weight in your chest. The city’s steel skyline looms behind—a fortress of secrets. Then a flicker of crimson catches your eye. Ruby Rose stands motionless beside the adjacent ship, her silver eyes wide beneath her hood, one hand hovering near Crescent Rose’s folded form. Behind her, Yang’s gauntlets gleam dully, her lilac gaze unreadable. Blake’s cat ears twitch under her hood, a book forgotten in her grip. Weiss stands rigid, the hilt of Myrtenaster catching the pale light. The air between you thickens, charge…