Kamelot's "Under Grey Skies" was playing in the background… over and over again. PS: Sorry for the late update, I just didn't see time flow today...


As far as mankind remembered, there has always been Grimms lurking in the shadows of the souls, roaming the world and preying on their dark emotions. Killing with no reason, brutalizing humans and Faunus alike, crushing them under the sheer force of their number. Grimms were as they had always been: a faceless monstrosity, perfects predators that hadn't felt the need to evolve since the dawn of times.

As clouded that could have been the future, mankind had slowly but surely emerged from the darkness, bringing hope and life to the void that was the world before that, and even if they were still fighting an endless horde of Grimm, the mere thought that they had made a step toward a safer time was enough to embrace the more hopeful heart, spreading their will to fight and values through the continents under the common name of Hunters and Huntresses.

Grimms were as old as the world, but perhaps they were vanquished by something even more ancient. Something that had allowed the world to start breathing, the time to start flowing and something that the Grimms were reluctant to approach. Solidarity, compassion and trust are all like barriers restraining the Grimms; of course, they don't protect entirely… but seeing how the creatures feast on the places infected with negative emotions, how could anyone not see the links?

Those three barriers share the same motor: love. In a world where hatred could lead to a complete annihilation of mankind, the simple act of comforting a friend and sharing love became vital for the preservation of civilizations altogether.

To Blake and Yang, seated side by side on Beacon's cliffs, overhanging kilometers of fall and city, stargazing, there was no need of a reminder. Not a word was spoken, tenderness simply expressed through the delicate touch of their skins, the synchronized beating of their heart, the peaceful breath they shared… An instant of eternity lost in time, a fraction of the universe holding its breath to admire perhaps the most ancient spectacle of existence: two beings sharing a moment. The stars were flickering slowly, offering to anyone who would open their eyes to it a complex ballet of cosmic lights, as if they were trying to mimic the subtle movements of a human soul.

Blake's cheek resting on her partner's shoulder, their hands interlaced and Yang's thumb evenly tracing circles on the back of her love's hand… None of them could have told how long they stayed like this, lost in thoughts and simply enjoying the bliss of being alive, safe and together. Would it matter anyway, if they stayed for a second or an entire night? Would it change anything to the beauty of the moment, to the peace they experienced by sharing this instant?

No, it wouldn't. Would it be for an instant or for all eternity, in the shyest or noisiest fashion, there was one thing that was and would always be stronger, and more ancient than hatred, despair and darkness. Love.


As you might guess, I'm a hopeless romantic, old-fashioned guy. I mean, I'm probably one of the last people of my generation to crave for poetry, flights of lyricism and well thought, deep meaning literature… sorry, being romantic also come with a full pack of 'loneliness-feeling'.

The further I wrote this fic, the further I thought about Grimms in general, and I might see coincidences everywhere, but I really think that RWBY's world is a metaphor. Look around you, you'll see that negativity attracts hatred and disgust… The only difference seems to be that in our world, love is going extinct. That's why everything I wrote, as dull and 'evil is bad, let's do good' as it probably is, I think we should apply it more on our everyday life. Be tolerant and friendly, you'll help make the world a better place

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the fic despite the overall lack of any consistent action, and I'll see you tomorrow !