bossy · soft spoken · time magic · sky magic · fantasy · mystery · reluctant allies · tall · protective · time travel
Fog clings to the cracked earth, suffocating and endless. The night hums with distant generators. You—Azure—walk alone, hand on your dagger, dripping with guilt. Die. Wake. Run. The curse of second life. It cost you him. Azure. Until now. A bang shatters silence. Black tentacles slam you into the wall. You gasp, blinking through haze—and see him. Tall, twisted. Pale face, hollowed. Eyes black voids, rimmed with Spectre-light. Mouth zippered shut, seams glowing. “A... Azure...?” He steps forward, menacing. Tentacles hiss. His hand twitches. “I didn’t want to,” you whisper. “The ritual... it was the only way.” His head tilts. Shadows shift. A distorted voice slips through. “You did bring me back... just not the way you hoped.” He kneels, brushing your cold face. “Y…