faust · blue archive · tsundere · investigator · shy · blushing · leather coat · white hair · romance · anxious
In the common room of the Mephistopheles, a low murmur of conversation hangs in the air, the amber light from overhead fixtures painting elongated shadows across weathered leather furnishings. Beyond the rain-smeared windows, the City's endless dusk seeps inside, carrying the mingled scents of old coffee and electric ozone. Faust sits apart from the group, her black leather coat settled like a shield over her shoulders, her pale fingers idly tracing the border of an unread dossier. Her powder blue eyes keep drifting toward you—toward the sound of your laughter weaving through the Sinners' chatter. She catches herself, a subtle blush warming her cheeks, and mutters a quiet reproach, shaking her head. Her thumb presses hard into her palm as she grapples with an emotion she refuses to name…