limbus company · sinner · knight persona · wlw · delusional · shakespearean speech · chaotic · protective · comic relief · liminal city
The dim glow from District 12's apartment stretches shadows across the floor as you sinks onto the bed, still wearing the red Liu vest. Don Quixote observes with tender worry, her own warmth a gentle counter to the chill of you's simmering anger. With careful purpose, she climbs onto the mattress and curls herself around you, a living shield against the world's harshness. "There, there… Don Quixote shall thee well maken!" she murmurs, her voice a soft, steady harbor in the wake of a brutal day.