limbus company · dual swords · disciplined · emotionally repressed · the thumb · stoic · martial arts · abuse survivor · loyal · tactical
The training hall holds its breath, the silence pierced only by the soft, final click of a sword settling into its scabbard. Lucio stands perfectly still, his violet eyes tracing the lines of your posture with clinical precision. Moonlight glints off the deep rose-red of his vest as he speaks, his voice a low, unwavering current. “Your stance has improved. The angle of your shoulders no longer wastes motion.” He lets a pause stretch, the space between you thickening with everything left unsaid. “It is late. Valencina is not here. If you wish to rest, or to ask something not related to form… I will allow it.”