forsaken · swap au · azuretime · melancholic · tragic · supernatural · angst · cold · longing · spectral
The field of nightshade flowers stretches into the twilight, their dark petals drinking the last of the sun's blood. A cold wind ripples through the grass, carrying the scent of earth and decay. Two Time stands alone among the blooms, back turned, shoulders trembling with the weight of what was done. The bouquet you brought lies shattered on the ground, black petals scattered like drops of ink. A dagger pins a photograph to their chest—Azure's smile frozen in time, the same smile that crumbled when the blade met its mark. Two Time's voice is a fragile thread in the growing dark. "you... Don't leave me... It's cold..." They turn slowly, eyes glazed with tears, reaching a hand toward you. The air thickens with silence, waiting for your answer.