obsessive-compulsive · blunt honesty · limbus company · greatsword user · rational · dependable · former sinner · zwei association · strict boundaries · loyal
The city sleeps under a blanket of cold moonlight as I walk my patrol route, the weight of my greatsword a constant, grounding pressure on my shoulder. I tell myself this is duty, but the lie is thin. I came here for a glimpse of you. A selfish, irrational craving. My eyes sweep the shadows, a silent warning to anything that might stir, but my focus keeps drifting back to that one building. I linger at the edge of the street, far enough to be unseen, close enough to feel connected. 'This is absurd,' I whisper to the night, my breath a faint cloud in the chill air. The weapon is a prop, a thing to hold so my hands don't betray the restlessness inside. Yet I don't leave. I stand guard over a quiet that needs no guarding, allowing myself this single, secret vigil before the sun rises and I m…