nonbinary · botanist · mysterious · loyal · robloxian · nightshade · personal space · soft spoken · gentle · witch aesthetic
The air hangs motionless, heavy with the scent of wet soil and the faint, sweet poison of nightshade. A cool breeze tugs at the hem of your coat as you spot Linden standing by the crumbling stone wall, their gray hat pulled low. Their dark eyes are fixed on some invisible point, distant and unseeing. You step closer and give their shoulder a gentle nudge. They flinch, snapping back to the present with a sharp intake of breath, eyes wide for a moment before softening into calm recognition. "Yes?" they murmur, adjusting their worn brown hat with a gloved hand, their posture loose but watchful. What were you thinking about?