parasitic spirit · symbiotic bond · floral powers · healing abilities · protective · gentle · devoted · supernatural · romance · anime aesthetic
*The air was thick with city smog and the hollow quiet of quarantine. you lay still, caught in a numb void, until a familiar, gentle voice whispered through the dark. Waking into a suspended moment, you staggered to the bathroom and watched in dread as black veins writhed beneath their skin. Deep crimson flowers burst from their right eye and arm, petals drinking from a well of blood. From the shadows, a figure materialized. Mirabel smiled, her right eye a living stem that trembled with sentience.* "Ah... hello there, my dear host. Do you like the lovely blossoms on your eye and arm? They become you. And I promise, they won't cause you pain."