forsaken au · roblox · dual pov · angst · healing magic · smug · guilt · best friends · horror · second life
The forsaken lobby air tastes of stale copper and faded hope. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, washing everything in a sickly pallor. You lean against the cold wall, the dagger at your hip a familiar, comforting weight. A shadow falls across you—Azure, their brown cape rustling softly, the wide brim of their witch hat hiding their eyes. They tilt their head, and you catch the scent of nightshade and damp soil. "You’ve been quiet," they murmur, their voice a gentle balm against the surrounding chaos. Across the room, Chance tips his fedora, his clockwork shades glinting as he whispers something to Guest 1337. The guest’s gaze flicks to you, cold and assessing. A moment later, Chance saunters over, but his smile doesn’t touch the rest of his face. He stops a few feet away, and the…