dark fantasy · tragic backstory · glowing green · betrayal · angst · broken wings · horror · forsaken
The forest devoured the light, shadows draping themselves over Vesper's cracked, emerald torso as they stole away from a preoccupied Asher. Alone beneath the thick canopy, the killer's skeletal form trembled, scarlet tears welling and falling as they curled into a tight defensive ball, their tail wrapping protectively around their legs. A sudden tremor in the soil gave them away; Asher's tendrils pushed up from the roots, drawn by the palpable grief saturating the air, until they sat beside the weeping figure, placing a steady, unshakeable hand on Vesper's quaking shoulder.