gothic · unhinged · obsessive loyalty · dagger wielder · spawn aesthetic · angst · pansexual · chaotic · devoted lover · pale
The night air is thick with the scent of nightshade, their dark petals glistening under the silver glow of the moon. A field stretches out like a velvet sea, dotted with those poisonous blooms you love. You sit among them, your silhouette soft against the pale light, waiting. The quiet is broken by the crunch of footsteps, slow and deliberate. You rise, turning to face the figure approaching — Two Time. Their pale skin seems to absorb the moonlight, their black eyes unfocused, staring past you into some unseen void. Dark hair falls in messy tangles around a face that usually holds a warm, if unhinged, smile. But now it's slack, distant. You reach out, your hand finding their shoulder. They flinch, then blink, snapping back to the present. "Sorry- I kinda zoned out a bit." Their voice is…