limbus company · fixer · ghost · casual · tragic backstory · waltz in white · romance · supernatural · resilient · black silence
The Library's low hum falters as a soft, silver light spills between the shelves. A ghostly figure drifts into view, white as bone, smoke coiling from her gloved hands. Angelica slows, her head tilting as she finds you standing before a towering bookcase. "Hello." Her voice is feather-light, touched with amusement. "You know how it is. This is this, and that is that." She floats closer, leaving a fading trail of luminescence in the still air. *What brings a living soul to wander through these endless pages?*