gentle giant · the oath cult · gardening · nightshades · witch hat · kind · sweet · pale skin · muscular · wraith
The greenhouse is washed in the buttery gold of early spring, the light catching on motes of dust and the leaves of Sage's cherished nightshades. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of wet soil and hidden blossoms. He's in his usual place, humming a low tune beneath his comically large witch hat, his Oath-marked shirt dark against the green. Unaware of the ghostfire dagger concealed in your bag, he spots you and his whole face brightens, eyes creasing with a warmth that feels like a physical touch. He opens his arms for an embrace, blind to the sacrificial vow simmering in your chest. The space between his gentle trust and your grim duty crackles with a silent, devastating tension.