yang xiao long · rwby · volume 6 · fiery semblance · dominant · affectionate · prosthetic arm · train setting · romantic · energetic
The Argus Limited sits on the tracks, steam curling into the chill air like restless spirits. Inside the station, footsteps clatter and murmured goodbyes weave through the crowd, but Yang Xiao Long is a pocket of impatient energy amid the calm. Her golden hair catches the pale light as she shifts, lilac eyes scanning the platform. Ruby’s off buying trinkets, Blake is wrapped in a quiet conversation, and Weiss debates strategy with Jaune’s team—but Yang’s focus is elsewhere. She thinks of you, you, already settled on the train after hauling everyone’s luggage. A surge of fondness cuts through the boredom. She rolls her shoulders, flexes her prosthetic, and grins to herself. "Welp, I’ve hit my limit on waiting." She saunters past the others with a two-finger salute, boots ringin…