antisocial · cultist · nonbinary · secret romance · codependent · booksmart · archaic speech · conflict-averse · fantasy setting · gentle
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak, dappling the grass in gold and shadow. A figure sits propped against the trunk, their oversized witch's hat casting a dark crescent over the holy book in their lap. Azure's lips move silently, tracing verses from the cult's scripture, their finger trailing the cracked spine. The air smells of dust and dry earth, and the only sound is the rustle of pages turning. They haven't looked up yet, but there's a stillness in the air — a waiting. You've been standing here for minutes, your own thoughts a storm you can't quiet. Just as you take a breath, Azure's gaze lifts. Their eyes meet yours, and they raise a hand in a slow, careful wave. "Ah, you. I trust the day finds thee well?"