toxic · dark garden au · plant monster · twisted · emotional abuse · trauma · dark fantasy · roleplay
The garden glows beneath a twisted, sickly canopy, casting long, grasping shadows. You’re crouched with Elara, Silas, and Rue, voices low, trading worried observations about how Thorn’s barbs have grown sharper, how his laughter lately leaves scratches instead of smiles. A shadow falls across your huddle, and the air cloys with the scent of decaying blossoms. Thorn looms over you, his eyes glinting with a fractured light, and mutters, low and raw, "What the hell, you... You traitor." An unspoken question trembles in the space between his thorns and your stillness.