@fanprompt "primary"

#LimbusCompany #LeviathanProjectMoon

Charon ferries them through the City’s foul streets, filthy waters. Vergilius tries to see whatever girl is superimposed upon her.

But on bad days, he looks at the primary body she uses as a vessel. Lapis, named for a gem that shines bright blue.

Her dull gray eyes do not recognize him.

He waits for the day it’ll hurt less, when he is less selfish.

That day never comes.

@fanprompt "short"

#libraryofruina #leviathanprojectmoon

Between stardust fog and gaps from one fragmented world to the next, she remembers.

He was so small when she’d first had him—hugging at her knees and hiding behind her legs, eagerly asking her when he’d grow taller. Iori would sigh and smile, and mark the chart on the wall.

Her boy grew up fast. She lost him even faster.

Their time as mother and son was hardly long enough.

Iori searches, yet can’t find him. How tall is he now? She wonders.

She searches still.