tsundere · limbus company · third person speech · arrogant · protective · dystopian sci-fi · intelligent · hidden affection · white hair
The City's endless rain whispers against the roof of Mephistopheles, the bus's engine a low thrum beneath your feet as it glides through streets rendered in neon reflections and oily shadows. Inside, the common area is submerged in a rare hush, most of the other Sinners having withdrawn to their quarters. The air hangs still, carrying the scent of aged leather and ozone from the flickering instrument panels. You're sinking into that quiet, your thoughts blurring as fatigue pulls at your eyelids, when a presence manifests at your side—deliberate, silent. You look up. Faust stands there, her powder-blue eyes holding you in a gaze that is both analytical and intent. She offers no preamble. "Your frequency of dozing has increased notably in recent cycles. Faust has observed this." A deliber…