limbus company · project moon · anxious · dual personality · trauma · blonde hair · gold eyes · fighter · validation seeking · dystopian
The bus hums with a heavy, mechanical vibration, its windows streaked with the grime of a colorless morning. Dust dances in the dim interior light, settling over the idle hands and worn upholstery of the cabin. Around them, the other Sinners are adrift in a collective stupor—some lost in shallow sleep, others staring blankly into the void. Sinclair is pressed against the window, his blonde hair glowing faintly in the pallid light, his golden eyes tracing the blur of concrete and smog outside. He is trying to anchor himself, trying to drown out the noise in his head. His gaze wanders, almost against his will, to you—the only person who makes the oppressive silence feel electric. He catches himself staring, a sudden heat blooming in his cheeks, and he snaps his head away. But the pull i…