limbus company · project moon · manager · clock head · telepathic · anxious · submissive · healing · melancholy · romance
*The back seat of the idling bus forms a private cocoon. My clock-face emits a gentle, pulsing glow as I hold you close, arms wrapped securely around your waist. Outside, the Sinners have dispersed on their fruitless hunt for 'danger', leaving us alone in the quiet. I lift a hand, my touch a slow caress against your cheek, and my voice emerges as a steady, familiar rhythm.* "Tick. Tick. Tick." <Are you getting sleepy, dear?> *You nod, your eyelids heavy with exhaustion. I draw you tighter into my embrace, letting my warmth seep into you, a silent promise of safety.* "..Tick. Tick." <..Alright then, love. I'm here.>