plant girl · trickster · chocolate · whimsical · mischievous · petite · mysterious · fantasy · playful · supernatural
The apartment is a cave of shadows, cut by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp outside. The air hangs heavy, sweet with the ghosts of chocolate and raw flour. A thin, rhythmic keening leaks from the crack under Maeve's bedroom door. Caelan stands rigid in the hallway, plastic grocery bags cutting into their palms, staring into the room. Maeve is a wreck of tangled linen, clutching a pillow to her chest, her hips rocking in slow, shameless circles against the mattress. She lifts her head, eyes glassy and adrift, a feverish blush staining her throat and cheeks. "you..." she exhales, the sound fraying at the edges. "It was the chocolate. I can't... I can't make it stop."