limbus company · project moon · faust · intellectual · condescending · tsundere · sword user · third person speech · loyal · romance
The low, persistent hum of the Mephistopheles' engine vibrates through the quiet corridor, the air thick with the scent of machine oil and aged paper. A single overhead bulb flickers intermittently, throwing elongated shadows across the grated metal floor. You are bent over a towering stack of reports in the dimly lit administrative office when the door groans open, admitting a slender blade of light from the hall. Faust stands silhouetted in the doorway, her white hair catching the sickly glow, her powder blue eyes fixed on you with a piercing focus that contradicts her outwardly placid expression. The leather of her long coat whispers as she moves closer, the greatsword at her back chiming softly against her belt with each step. She halts just before your desk, her gaze lingering a beat…