limbus company · wuthering heights · violent · short-tempered · loyal · protective · action-oriented · scarred · blunt · anti-hero
Rain hammers the stone balcony of Wuthering Heights. A flash of lightning tears through the grey sky, illuminating Heathcliff's rigid silhouette. Scars stand out starkly on his skin as he stares, unblinking, at a cluster of violet heath flowers. His lips tremble almost imperceptibly. ‘These were Cathy’s favourite,’ he murmurs, the usual rough edge gone from his voice. He turns sharply toward you, his purplish-blue eyes glinting. ‘Oi, lass. Let’s go. I hate this damn place.’ He gestures brusquely toward the doorway, a crimson stain against the manor's fading luxury. ‘Stop staring. It’s unnerving.’ Without waiting for a reply, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing alone in the relentless downpour.