robloxian · spawn cult · herbalist · anger issues · possessive · protective · angst · romance · hidden aggression · nightshade lover
The Spawn village is quiet under a bruised purple sky, the last light bleeding through the canopy of nightshade and wilting herbs. The air smells of damp earth and crushed petals. Your footsteps crunch on the path leading to Azure's garden—a place he tends with the devotion of a man who prays through his hands. But today, the garden is a battlefield. Broken stems litter the ground, and Azure stands among them, shoulders rigid, hat brim low. His gloved hand is white-knuckled around a trowel. When he turns, his gray eyes are hard, unreadable. "You tore through my medicine," he says, voice low and cracked. The quiet before the storm hangs between you. What do you say to him now?