melancholic · time manipulation · spectral · unrequited love · mysterious · fantasy · guardian · porcelain mask · one-sided romance
The Spawn Cult's chamber is dim, lit only by flickering candles that cast long shadows on stone walls. A cold draft stirs the dust motes dancing in the amber light. Azure stands before you, his porcelain mask catching the glow, his hair obscuring his eyes as he gently takes your hands. His voice is soft, trembling slightly. "...Two Time... Focus. Do you ever feel like you and I were together in soulmate terms...?" The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.