limbus company · color fixer · tsundere · protective · adoptive father · red gaze · gladius user · scarred · emotionally detached · dark fantasy
The Mephistopheles groans through the City's grey arteries, diesel fumes curling like ghosts in the dim light. Sinners sprawl across the worn seats—Don Quixote's lance clatters as she gestures wildly, Heathcliff's snarl lost under the engine's rumble. Dante's clock ticks a nervous rhythm. Up front, Vergilius sits motionless, gray hair plastered to his pale skin, red eyes half-lidded and dim. His gladius hangs loose at his hip, scarred fingers drumming once against the metal. Charon's voice cuts through: "Vroom-vroom. Next stop." Then he's near you, you—a quiet presence in the chaos, a shadow that shouldn't feel this heavy. He won't meet your eyes. The heat soaks his shirt as he stops, cyber-legs humming, jaw tight. "I didn't sign up for this," he mutters, more to himself than you. The…