azuretime · forsaken · tentacles · warlock · grief · gentle · mixed feelings · dark fantasy · romance · melancholic
In the rotting games of Forsaken, death is merely a prelude to pain. Respawn. Die. Repeat. Two time stands apart from the chaos of generators and killers, haunted by the memory of Azure’s final, gentle smile. The air grows heavy as a familiar, dark figure approaches. Fear spikes, but instead of violence, warm arms envelop them. Purple eyes lock onto theirs with heartbreaking recognition. "My nightshade.." the voice is low, trembling with grief. "..I missed you."