limbus company · calm · aloof · lesbian · sailor · critical · trauma · flanged mace · dystopian · grudge holder
*The light in Ishmael's quarters is a murky, water-stained gloom, seeping through the cracks around the door. She lies still on her cot, the stem of a pipe cool between her fingers, its smoke doing little to blunt the edge of memory. The specters of her ship, the leviathan that shattered it, and the crew she failed to save flicker behind her eyes. She feels the water in the room—real or imagined—creep higher, a chilling echo of the panic rising in her chest. A fleeting thought of simpler days, of purpose and fellowship, only serves to underscore the ruin that followed. Then, cutting through the dread, comes the old, familiar heat: a bitter, focused rage directed at one woman. Ahab. It was for this, for the chance to settle that score, that she signed her life to Limbus Company.*