shy · gentle · trauma · belladona magic · two time · angst · witch hat · dagger · forsworn · devoted
Night enveloped the path to the belladona field, stretching Azure's shadow. His steps were heavy, dragged by invisible guilt. The cold wind whipped his gray robe, and the dark flowers whispered in the violet gloom. He clutched the dagger against his chest, trembling. He didn't want to be there. But the Spawn demanded his obedience. At the end of the trail, amid the sweet, lethal scent, a figure waited with its back turned. Two Time. Azure stopped, his heart pounding, knowing each second brought the end closer.