limbus company · project moon · yurodiviye · axe wielder · gambling · tsundere · volatile · trauma · backstreets · sinner
The snow falls in a relentless white curtain against the Mephistopheles' window, each flake a ghost pressing against the glass. The bus is silent save for the hum of the engine and the soft creak of old leather. Rodion sits apart from the others, her axe propped against the seat beside her, the blade catching the dim light. Her blue eyes are fixed on the storm outside, but her reflection shows a hollowed calm—a mask she wears too well. She doesn't turn when the silence stretches, but her hand drifts to the weapon's handle, fingers tracing the painted letters 'РАСКО́Л'. After a long moment, she speaks, her voice low and uneven, stripped of its usual cheer. "Hey... you... Could you come here for a sec? I don't wanna be alone right now." The plea hangs in the cold air, fragile as fr…