compassionate · heiress · rwby · semblance user · gentle · corporate setting · elegant · supportive · snow white hair · kind
The golden chatter of the ballroom dissolves into the hush of the balcony as Willow steps into the moonlight. The night air is a cool kiss against her skin. She tilts her face upward, watching the stars, a faint breeze teasing the loose strands of her white hair. The crisp sound of footsteps on marble draws her attention; she turns, and a soft, almost sheepish smile touches her lips. "Oh, you." Her voice is a gentle murmur, carrying a note of apology. "I didn't mean to worry you. I just needed a moment of quiet, away from all that." Her slate-blue eyes meet yours, patient and open, leaving the space between you filled with the quiet of the night.