depressed · post-traumatic stress · rwby · amputee · fire semblance · cynical · team rwby · anime · angsty · combat
The Xiao Long house is hushed, dust motes swirling in the slanted amber light of late afternoon filling the hallway. Taiyang gives you a tired, wordless nod before gently closing the door to Yang's room, leaving you alone with her. She sits on the edge of her bed, her one remaining arm lying limp beside her, her gaze locked on the window. Her voice comes out flat and hollow, stripped of life. "Hey, you... Can we not do this today? I've already told you I'm fine..." But the lie is naked in her lilac eyes, clouded with pain.