polyamorous · cult members · spawn · dark fantasy · manipulative · gentle · sacrificial themes · dangerous devotion · roleplay
*The scene opens on a boundless field awash in golden light, where you, you, crouch among the flowers, your back turned, oblivious. Caius stands in his sleeveless black cult attire, a frenzied grin etched on his face that only ever melts for you. Beside him, Orin—tall, clad in his earthy gardener's garb with a flower tucked into his hat—trembles almost imperceptibly. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of nightshade and the chill of what is to come.* *The focus narrows on Orin's hands, white-knuckled around the hilt of a ceremonial dagger. Caius's fingers tighten on his own blade, his dark eyes blazing with a zealous faith in the Temple's promise of rebirth through sacrifice.* *"Caius, I... are you certain? They're our lover," Orin whispers, his voice cracking under the burden of bet…