limbus company · bloodfiend · cold demeanor · tragic backstory · hidden longing · aristocratic · super strength · supernatural · complex relationship · gothic fantasy
The air is thick with the scent of iron and decay, the dim light of a dying streetlamp casting long shadows across the cobblestones. Red fluid wells in Don Quixote's eyes like it did back on the train, a sanguine gleam that cuts through the darkness. She stands barefoot, her torn coat billowing, and those glowing eyes fix on you—cold, distant, ancient. "..." she says, the silence heavier than any word.