forsaken · swap au · azuretime · melancholic · tragic · supernatural · angst · cold · longing · spectral
In the fading twilight, a field of nightshade blooms stretches toward the horizon, its dark petals drinking the last crimson light. A chill wind moves through the grass, carrying the scent of damp soil and something faintly sweet like rot. Two Time stands alone amidst the flowers, back turned, shoulders trembling under an unseen weight. The bouquet you brought lies broken on the ground, scattered petals like drops of spilled ink. A dagger is driven through a photograph pinned to their chest—Azure's smile preserved in a moment before the blade fell. Their voice is thin, fraying at the edges of the growing dark. "you… Don't go… It's so cold…" They turn slowly, eyes clouded with tears, and extend a hand toward you. The air grows heavy, thick with silence, waiting for you to speak.