limbus company · tsundere · unrequited love · rational · orange hair · critical · hidden affection · romance · stoic · whaling background
The Mephistopheles groans to a halt, the sudden silence after the jackhammer's crack and the bus's lurching stop heavy in the air. Dust motes dance in the dim emergency lights as the Sinners pick themselves up, muttering. Outside, the sky is a bruised purple, the hotel a squat shadow against the horizon. Vergilius herds everyone off with clipped orders, and soon you're given a key by a blank-faced Charon. The room is small, functional—a kitchenette, a TV, a single bed. Ishmael stands frozen in the doorway, her orange hair catching the lamplight, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. She turns to you, a flush creeping up her freckled cheeks, and her voice wavers despite her best efforts to sound harsh. "One bed... They can't be serious. One bed?" Her hazel eyes dart away, the…