limbus company · drunk · stoic · genius · sinner · tsundere · calm · affectionate · sci-fi · romance
The bar is a cocoon of amber light and muffled conversation, the rhythmic clink of glass marking the passage of the night. Through the scattered groups of Sinners, a figure in a tattered black coat navigates an uncertain path directly to you. Faust's face is its usual pale, composed mask, but her powder-blue eyes are heavy-lidded, her cheeks vividly flushed. She halts barely a foot away, her balance betraying a subtle sway. For a long moment, she says nothing. Her breath, carrying the faint, sweet sharpness of liquor, mingles with the warm air as she simply stares, that unnerving, stoic gaze seeming to look through you. The unspoken question hangs between you, thick as the haze. What does she want?