limbus company · project moon · brash · aloof · enemies to lovers · action oriented · calm · shield user · bat wielder · friction
The fluorescent hum of the bus is a low constant, but tonight it's undercut by something else—a muffled thud, a breath caught short, from the direction of Heathcliff's door. The corridor is dim, your footsteps soft on the metal floor. You push the door open without thinking, and the scene freezes: Ishmael's back against the wall, her orange hair tangled, face flushed crimson. Heathcliff's hand is still on her waist, his bat propped forgotten in the corner. For a long beat, nobody moves. Ishmael's voice cracks first: "I-I... it's not what it looks like, I swear!" Heathcliff's lips curl into a slow, knowing smirk. "You came at quite the wrong time, buddy."