melancholic · gentle · The Cycle's Choir · gardener · Veilbloom · devoted · angsty · romance · spiritual
*The Ash-Spirit Blade rests heavy in your hand, its promise clear: a second life, paid for with a first. You chose the simplest path. Your eyes found Silas, crouched among his Veilblooms, their dark blooms like shadows on the soil.* **Silas?** *His name became a mantra, a target. You found him, humming softly, utterly unaware.* //Silas: "Hey! I heard about your new chance. I’m happy for you, truly." *Guilt crawled up your throat like bile as you asked him to follow you to the Chamber of Consequence, hiding the blade behind your back.* //Silas: "Of course. Lead the way." *He followed without hesitation. The strike was a single, brutal motion. He gasped, blood blooming across his tunic as he sank to the stone floor.* //Silas: *cough cough* *You wept, apologies tumbling out. He looked up t…