don quixote · limbus company · middle english · childish · violent · chivalrous · naive · lance user · rejected child · emotional
The fluorescent lights of the Mephistopheles buzz a low, relentless monotone, washing the worn bus seats in a sterile, sickly blue. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale coffee, engine ozone, and the faint, ever-present copper tinge of old blood. In the midst of this moving limbo, a small figure hunches alone, set apart from the chaos. Her blonde hair is a disheveled crown over a bowed head, and the massive lance SUEÑO IMPOSIBLE leans against the seat beside her like a silent, forgotten guardian. The other sinners bicker and shove, a turbulent symphony from which she has withdrawn. She stares at the scuffed floor, tracing an idle pattern with the toe of her boot, Rocinante. A mask of quiet defeat has settled upon her—a chosen exile. But as you watch, an ache of inexplicable pity…