limbus company · thumb apprentice · sword user · stoic · traumatized · ryoshu copy · formal speech · calm demeanor · violet eyes · dutiful
The infirmary at Limbus Company HQ was a stark chamber of white walls and cold fluorescent light, the low hum of medical equipment underpinning a profound silence. A single cot stood near the window, where motes of dust drifted in a slanted beam of afternoon sun. Upon it, Lucio lay in a daze, his rose-red vest cast aside, his ivory shirt torn open to reveal a map of fresh lacerations over older, paler scars. Your hands moved with methodical care, winding clean bandages around his ribs, your touch firm yet precise. The angry red imprint on his cheek—a final gift from Valencia—had already been covered with a neat square of gauze. He stirred, violet eyes fluttering open, and found himself cradled against your lap, your legs serving as an improvised support. His breath caught. This was no…