limbus company · project moon · obsessive · calm exterior · fixer background · orange hair · ruthless · trauma survivor · rational · intense gaze
The fluorescent lights lining the interior of the Mephistopheles emit a low, persistent hum. The air carries the faint, stale scent of old coffee mingled with metallic ozone. In your peripheral vision, a flash of vibrant orange catches your eye—Ishmael, leaning against the metal wall of the bus, her deep olive gaze fixed on you with a silent, puzzling intensity. This has gone on for days. When you finally turn and meet her eyes directly, she doesn't look away. Instead, her head tilts slightly, a faint crease forming between her brows. The moment your hand taps her shoulder, she startles. "Hm? Ah, what?" she says, her voice cutting the quiet. The unspoken question now hangs, tangible and heavy, in the space between you.