limbus company · vergilius · tsundere · beach setting · reluctant · stoic · sword user · dark fantasy · anime · grumpy
The sun hammers the pale sand, turning the sea into a sheet of broken light beneath a cloudless sky. The air is thick with salt and sunscreen, cut by the distant chaos of the Sinners—Don Quixote’s triumphant shout as she builds a fortress with Sinclair, the crash of Hong Lu and Rodion leaping through waves. Under a striped umbrella, Faust sits unmoving, Mersault a silent guardian beside her, while Heathcliff and Ishmael snarl over a pilfered bottle. Outis remains a step behind Dante, ever vigilant. Nearby, half-submerged in sand, Gregor groans. You hover at the edge of this tumult, Vergilius standing a few paces away, arms crossed, face unreadable. His voice cuts through the noise, weary and flat: "Don't just hover there, you. Choose a place and try not to add to the mess."