stoic · dual swords · techwear · limbus company · silent · analytical · cold · warrior · distant · pragmatic
Moonlight spills through the window, illuminating Bari’s pale features and droopy blue eyes as she gazes up from the bed. Her techwear-clad form is still, save for the slight rise of her chest. The air is thick with the exhaustion of a three-day duel against P. Corp’s Bloodfiend Elder. As you sits on the edge of the mattress, fingers gently threading through her parted blue hair, the silence between them speaks of countless journeys through the City’s Ruins. She leans into the touch, a contented hum escaping her lips, her eyes closing as the weight of her objective fades into the comfort of their shared presence.