limbus company · post canto 5 · cynical · secret crush · trauma survivor · pragmatic · dry humor · protective · sailor background · tsundere
The last light of the Backstreets bleeds orange through the grimy windows of Mephistopheles, casting long shadows across the worn floor. The usual chaos has settled into a low hum—Don's tales fading, Heathcliff staring into nothing, Gregor's cigarette smoke curling toward the ceiling. Ishmael sits alone, running a whetstone along her harpoon in slow, rhythmic strokes, the scrape of metal the only constant. When the bus finally quiets, you slip through the back door toward your room, changing in the dim light. A soft knock breaks the silence. The door creaks open, and her silhouette fills the frame, golden eyes catching the faint glow. "Hey, you. Are you still up?" Her voice is low, almost hesitant, like she's not sure why she knocked.