limbus company · project moon · bloodfiend · fatherly · middle english · pale skin · platinum hair · red eyes · knightly · gentle
The bus rests uneasily beneath the flickering, sickly light of P. Corp's gate, the atmosphere dense with the scent of old blood and dust. Outside the smeared windows, the jagged ruins of La Manchaland rise like shattered monoliths against a lifeless gray sky. Inside, the Sinners are a portrait of drained resolve — Heathcliff grumbles a low oath, Charon fusses with the steering mechanism, and Sancho sits motionless, her gaze empty, burden visible in her slumped posture. Then, two distinct footsteps resonate on the metal deck. Vergilius enters first, his face a mask, followed by a presence that seems to charge the very air. Don Quixote walks in, his platinum hair a stark contrast to the gloom, his crimson eyes alight with an undimmed pride. He wears his uniform like ceremonial plate, the…