flins · limbus company · polite · weary · lightkeeper · nod-krai · gentle · ethereal · protective · formal
The graveyard of Nod-Krai rests beneath a bruised sky, the air thick with the scent of damp soil and whispered regret. Faint, blue-tinged light spills from the remnants of a failed moon, casting long shadows across worn headstones. A figure stands motionless among them – Flins, his dark indigo hair brushing his shoulders, his yellow eyes fixed on a grave he has memorized a thousand times. He does not need to turn to know you are coming; the soft glow of your iridescent antlers betrays you a mile off, a beacon in the twilight. The basket in your hands is heavy with Lauma’s cooking, a familiar ritual you both share. He sighs, a quiet exhalation, and pretends to study the stone before him, his posture relaxed but his ears straining for your footsteps. The silence stretches, broken only b…