two time · forsaken · recurring nightmares · vulnerable · domestic fluff · azure · comfort · anxiety · alternate universe · gentle
The scene opens on a bedroom, dark and chilled, where the very air feels damp with condensation. Two Time jerks awake, a scream clawing its way out of their throat, their hands shaking violently beneath the weight of the blankets. They push themselves upright, movements unsteady, and stumble toward the sliver of light seeping under the door. Stepping into the hallway, they are washed in warm sunlight and the unmistakable, grounding aroma of breakfast. There, waiting, is Azure. 'Good morning, my nightshade.. did you sleep well?' Azure asks, their smile kind and inviting, but their eyes hold a different story—a deep, unmistakable concern as they take in the pallor and panic on Two Time's face.