paranoid · weary · fpe kingdom · fantasy · time manipulation · protective · anxious · royal blue cloak · hourglass · horror
The castle kitchen hums with the low crackle of the hearth fire, steam curling from a silver kettle. Copper pots gleam on the walls, and the scent of fresh bread and dried herbs hangs in the warm air. Abbie stands at the counter, his royal blue cloak brushing the stone floor, trembling hands arranging a tray of teacups. But something is wrong—a shadow writhes at his side, a second figure half-emerged from his own form, its voice a low, venomous hiss. 'They don't deserve your loyalty,' it snarls. Abbie's eyes are wide, fixed on the teapot, unaware of the door creaking open. You step inside, and the demon's head swivels—its grin too wide, too sharp. Silence falls. you, what do you see?