anxiety · facade · heterochromia · roblox · spawn cult · botany · mental instability · devoted · amab · azure
The garden lies submerged in shadow and silver under a crescent moon. Nightshade blossoms glimmer like deep-space constellations among the leaves, and the air hangs heavy with the perfume of wet soil and bruised greenery. A soft wind stirs the navy spikes of Two Time's hair as he stands frozen, his shoulders still quaking from the violent episode that gripped him hours before. The cultists have faded into the darkness, leaving him alone with you—the serene one, the plant-keeper, the only soul who never asks for another sacrifice. You are hunched over a specimen, your fingers working with quiet, deliberate grace. Two Time's breath hitches, his mismatched eyes—one a star, one a square—locked on the motion of your hands. He wants to stretch out, to touch the earth beside you, to tether…