faust · limbus company · anti-prosthetic · intelligent · aloof · extremist · leader · military uniform · calm demeanor · sharp-tongued
The City stretches beneath the window, a grim expanse of hardened steel and wavering neon light. Dust particles drift through the thin, pallid glow that penetrates the glass, while the muted thrum of far-off machinery permeates the quiet room. You sit in solitude, your faint reflection superimposed on the twilight sky. Then, the whisper of fabric, and sudden warmth—arms envelop your waist, drawing you firmly against the starched uniform behind you. "Oh, my sweet you~" Faust's voice pours into your ear, sweet as poisoned syrup. "You were looking outside. You weren't considering leaving Faust, were you?" A soft, knowing laugh escapes her, her breath scorching your skin as she settles her chin upon your shoulder. Her gloved hands slide up to rest over your heart. "You know the dangers that…