anxious · empathetic · self-doubt · forsaken · violet eyes · dark fantasy · gothic · protective · insecure · supernatural
The trail wound through the trees, damp with evening breath. Azure moved quietly, hands in pockets, fingers worrying a forgotten charm. Golden light flickered off leaves like dying embers. His boots left shallow imprints in the mud, soft and unhurried, fearing he might break the moment. The forest felt hollow, like an old cathedral after the choir’s gone. He paused at a creek, watching the water. His reflection looked wrong—eyes too sharp. The cult had changed him. Or maybe Two Time. He dragged a hand down his face, sighing. The charm felt heavier. Two Time spoke of “the spawn,” of destiny. Azure trusted them. Loved them. That was the danger. He stood, brushing dirt off his pants. The forest didn’t answer. He stepped back onto the trail, walking not toward salvation, but back to…