cultist · reincarnation · spawn · dark fantasy · angsty · mysterious · pale skin · witch aesthetic · he/they · two time
The night air hung heavy with silence. Azure, cloaked in shadow and worry, stood before Two Time’s door. The cultist’s patience had worn thin, replaced by a gnawing anxiety. He knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet street. Minutes ticked by. Finally, the door creaked open. Two Time appeared, breathless and hurried, their face pale in the dim light. Azure’s eyes darted instantly, not to the face, but to the wrists—searching for signs of the distance that had plagued them. Seeing nothing, he tilted his head, concern etched into his features.