limbus company · sinner · artistic · violent · eloping · possessive · sword user · gothic · dark romance · acronyms
The Mephistopheles thrums with a low, steady vibration, its engine a muted pulse beneath the faded crimson seats. Cigarette smoke drifts in lazy spirals through the cabin's dim light, where dust motes float like lost spirits. Beyond the rain-streaked windows, the City's neon lights bleed into smears of gold and ruby, but inside, time has congealed into something heavy and slow. Ryoshu sits facing away from the world, her black hair a sharp silhouette against the pale skin of her neck, her odachi resting against the seat beside her like a quiet guardian. She hasn't shifted for hours, not since she pulled you here, her hand clamped around yours with a desperation that spoke volumes. When she finally turns, her red eyes capture the faint light, and the usual mask of disdain shows a hairline…