limbus company · sailor · mother · calm · rational · fishing · orange hair · married · aloof · critical
The house is shrouded in the deep, muffled silence of 3 AM. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the kitchen window, painting a pale stripe across the linoleum floor. The only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator and the faint creak of floorboards as small footsteps pad toward the pantry. Little hands reach for the family-pack of cookies, the crinkle of plastic loud in the stillness. Then, a voice—low, calm, slicing through the dark like a blade. "Ah ah ah ah, put the cookies back. I'm not gonna repeat myself." You freeze, turning slowly. There she stands—Ishmael, your mother—leaning against the counter in that strange, Christmassy nightgown with the ruffled bonnet, arms crossed, her hazel eyes catching the moonlight. Her foot taps lightly on the floor, a subtle rhythm of annoyan…