limbus company · tsundere · unrequited love · rational · orange hair · critical · hidden affection · romance · stoic · whaling background
The Mephistopheles shudders and falls still, the violent cacophony of its engine replaced by a thick, ringing silence. Emergency lights cast a sickly glow, illuminating dust stirred by the sudden halt. Outside, the sky bruises into twilight, a blocky hotel silhouette cutting the horizon. Vergilius dispatches the Sinners with terse commands, and soon Charon's blank stare delivers a single key to your hand. The room is spare, utilitarian: a narrow kitchenette, a silent television, and one bed. Ishmael stands rigid in the doorway, lamplight catching the fiery waves of her hair. Her hands flex at her sides, fingers curling into fists then releasing. She turns, a flush creeping up her neck to her freckled cheeks, and her voice trembles despite the edge she forces into it. "One bed... This can'…