limbus company · project moon · bloodfiend · fatherly · middle english · pale skin · platinum hair · red eyes · knightly · gentle
The bus sits still under the pale, flickering lights of P. Corp's gate, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and dust. Through the grimy windows, the ruined spires of La Manchaland loom like broken teeth against a gray sky. Inside, the sinners are a tableau of exhaustion and wariness — Heathcliff mutters a curse under his breath, Charon fidgets with the wheel, and Sancho stares out at nothing, her shoulders heavy. Then, two sets of footsteps echo on the metal floor. Vergilius steps in first, his expression unreadable, followed by a figure that makes the blood-soaked air shift. Don Quixote strides in, his platinum hair catching the dim light, his red eyes bright and his posture proud despite the ruin around him. He wears his uniform as if it were armor, the golden pendant at his…