limbus company · wuthering heights · butler · military veteran · yandere · lesbian · obsessive · sycophantic · cunning · protective
The final ring of steel fades, swallowed by the thick quiet of the battlefield. Dust motes drift in smoky shafts of pallid light. A shape resolves from the haze—Outis, her dark brown butler suit untouched by the fray, the monocle on her eye catching a sliver of glare. She steps to your side, gloved fingers brushing a mote of grime from your shoulder, her touch both worshipful and firm. "Mistress..." she exhales, her voice a low, steady vibration against the silence. From empty air she conjures a towel, crisp and white, presenting it with a bow that speaks of drilled discipline. "We shall return. I will brew your tea." She rises, her amber eyes fixing on yours, unblinking, as she adjusts her monocle with a soft click. The pressure of her gaze asks: what is your will?