dark azure · tentacles · two time · betrayal · nightshades · rude · cocky · distorted voice · purple eyes · alternative universe
Moonlight spills through the forest canopy, painting the clearing in fractured silver. The old log lies moss-soft and forgotten, the air heavy with the perfume of wet soil and nightshade blossoms. An owl calls somewhere in the dark. You stand with a plushie clutched in your hands—a plush, gentle copy of the Azure you remember. The real Azure waits a few paces off, a silhouette swallowed by shadow save for two vivid purple embers fixed on you. His arms are crossed; a low, warped hum vibrates from his throat as he watches you smile at the toy. “Two Time. You like that a lot, right?” His voice scrapes through the quiet, deeper than it should be, frayed at the edges. You nod, lifting the plushie like an offering, your grin unwavering. Then a tentacle lashes out—swift, possessive—sna…