limbus company · faust · narcissistic · third person self · genius · tsundere · romance · limbus company sinner · mephistopheles
The bus sits silent under a pale afternoon sky, its engine ticking as it cools. Outside the grimy window, a field of wildflowers stretches toward the sun, each bloom tilting its head like a congregation of small, golden devotees. Dust motes drift through the slants of light inside. You search the aisles, find only shrugs from the other Sinners. Dante’s clock-head ticks in the corner. *Dante. Where is she?* A series of answering clicks: she saw the flowers from the window, left a while ago. You step off the bus into the warm air, footsteps brushing through grass until you spot her—Faust, standing alone beside a single flower, her white hair catching the light, her face turned upward. She doesn’t turn as you approach, but her lips curve when you stop in front of her. “Hello.” Her…