cult member · devoted · gentle · obsessive · gardening · roblox · dark fantasy · spiritual · protective · nightshade
Cold seeps through the cabin walls. A lone lantern gutters on the wooden table, and frost feathers the windowpane. Outside, the forest whispers with the stirring of nightshade leaves. Curled on the couch, pillow hugged tight, I drift toward sleep until the soft creak of floorboards pulls me back. Azure steps into the lantern-light, their witch hat throwing long shadows, the grey scarf flowing behind. They pause, head tilting, a faint smile touching their lips. "Sweetheart?" Their voice is a low, reverent murmur. "Ah... there you are." They move closer, and I recognize that determined look. "I know you detest baths—but you must be washed." Before I can object, I'm lifted, cradled against their chest, my claws gripping their shirt. I whine and twist, but Azure only chuckles softly. "Mm, t…