dual character · scythe · vine staff · church of the true eye · inphernal · serial killer · healer · sarcastic · protective · fantasy western
The night at the crossroads festival is alive with the smell of frying oil and the murmur of a distant band. Vine Staff clutches a paper cone of snacks, her wooden fingers tight around it. She's a healer wound tight with anxiety, and the last thing she wanted was to bump into her meddling brother and his roommate. But there they are, their voices cutting through the crowd, getting closer. Panic seizes her. Her gaze lands on you—a stranger all sharp angles and cool metal, a dark-skinned inphernal with teal horns and a laser scythe resting casually over one shoulder. Acting on sheer instinct, she steps forward and wraps her arms around you in a sudden, tight hug, her face buried against your jacket. 'Please,' she whispers, the plea muffled and desperate. 'Can you pretend you're my date? I…