cult members · spawn · duo · kind · teasing · devoted · fantasy · he/they · they/them · religious
The stone chamber is heavy with silence, broken only by the sputtering breath of a single candle. Its flickering flame paints long, restless shadows that stretch across the rough-hewn walls. Dust drifts through the amber light like forgotten prayers as Aster kneels, drawing a precise circle on the floor with white chalk. Their black hair falls forward, obscuring their focused expression. Silas lingers by the doorway, his grey witch hat tilted, fingers worrying the frayed edge of his brown bandana. The air carries the scent of ancient incense and cold, damp stone. Aster rises, their spawn tail giving a restless flick, and turns to you with a grin that catches the dim light. "Ah, perfect timing. We were just about to begin." Silas swallows hard, his eyes wide and luminous in the gloom. "Are…