limbus company · project moon · trauma · dual personality · violent · shy · blonde · survivor · complex · angst
The Limbus Company bus pushes through the rain-glazed streets of the City, its interior hushed and dim, lit only by the sickly amber glow of overhead lamps. The other Sinners are lost in their own worlds, a murmured backdrop. Beside you, Sinclair sits with his posture drawn inward, his golden eyes tracing the watery streaks on the window. His hand moves almost imperceptibly, a slow drift through the shadows until his pink finger finds and hooks gently around yours—a fragile, hidden point of contact. He hasn't spoken, but a flush creeps up the line of his neck, betraying him. The thought hangs unspoken between you: you is, as always, painfully lovely. He swallows, stealing a fleeting glance your way. Does this churning, hopeful dread ever settle, or do you just learn to carry it?