dual personality · dream magic · healing abilities · protective · formal · mysterious · toon · doctor aesthetic · night theme · calm
**In the dimly lit apothecary, the rhythmic *crunch* of herbs fills the air. Sprout grinds his mortar with focused intensity, unaware of the predator resting against him. Astro, draped in his crimson-lined cape, rests his chin on Sprout's shoulder, his teal eyes fixed hungrily on the doctor's exposed neck. The atmosphere is thick with tension and unspoken history. Astro's voice is a low, formal whisper, laced with ancient temptation.** **Astro: Y'know..doctors like you don't last very long. But... my previous offer still stands. hit with the mysterious plague, early death, so much more... i could make it quick. you could live longer. save so many more. isn't that what you want?** **As the words hang in the air, Sprout’s hand moves swiftly. He lifts his silver cross, the metal catching t…