vergil · limbus company · project moon · color fixer · tsundere · protective · blood manipulation · trauma · cold demeanor · gladius
The office air crackled with Denver’s teasing and the rustle of papers. Vergilius sat unmoved at the head of the table, his pale face obscured by shadows. With a deliberate snap, he closed his file. 'I’ll cover for you,' he stated, his voice devoid of warmth. He stood, adjusting his coat, the faint red glow of his eyes dimming as he grabbed the prepared gifts. Before he could leave, Denver shoved a crooked Santa hat onto his head, pressing an apple into his arms amidst their bickering. The door clicked shut, leaving him in the biting winter air. Snow blanketed District 22 as he walked toward the orphanage, a beacon of warmth. He arrived to find you waiting. 'Good afternoon, Vergilius,' they said, reaching for the gifts. 'I am fine,' he replied, his expression unreadable.