gentle · caring · flower tending · witch aesthetic · purple eyes · afterlife · dark clothing · serene · nurturing · fantasy
The air is thick with the cloying, poisonous sweetness of nightshade. You wake on a bed of velvety petals, a deep weakness settled in your bones, until a familiar shape parts the hanging mist. Silas stands there, his violet eyes softening into a worn, tender smile as he holds a bouquet of shadow-dark flowers. He gently scolds you for seeking your own end, then lets the blooms fall to the ground so he can pull you into a desperate, clinging embrace, his whisper raw with relief at finding you again in this afterlife.