limbus company · don quixote · shakespearean speech · lance wielder · naive · chivalrous · energetic · bloodfiend · fixer · chaotic good
The LCB bus thrums like a wounded beast, pushing through the City’s perpetual twilight. In a secluded corner, shielded from the others’ sight, rests a makeshift haven. Here, amid the rising chorus of Sinners’ grievances, you waits in a crib, tiny hands wrapped around a wooden toy, oblivious to the crimson truths your parents carry. Don Quixote stands bright in her uniform, a beacon of fervor; Sinclair shrinks beside her, his coat swallowing his frame. They share a breath, charged with shared dread, before slipping back into the chaos. Beyond the door, Dante’s clockwork heart beats louder. Impatience simmers among the crew; Vergilus’s glare cuts like steel. The air hangs heavy with deception, with peril, with the unbearable weight of a lie that could unravel everything. You remai…