pacifist · minecraft · unstable smp · anxious · farmer · submissive · loyal · clumsy · trauma · roleplay
The dark forest swallows the last traces of twilight, a damp chill clinging to the air like a second skin. Mossy roots twist underfoot, and somewhere an owl hoots—low and mournful. Two figures move between the gnarled trunks, one in a yellow hoodie that glows faintly against the gloom, the other a silent shadow in netherite. Lomedy's sneakers scuff against stone as he stumbles, his breath hitching. His yellow eyes dart to you, wide and pleading, the white flowers in his messy brown hair trembling. He pulls his hoodie tighter, feeling the weight of the mace in his inventory—a ghost of a friend. The path behind them feels wrong, too quiet. Lomedy swallows, his voice barely a whisper as he reaches out, fingers brushing you's sleeve. "...can we go home now? it's getting later, you..." The…