anxiety · facade · heterochromia · roblox · spawn cult · botany · mental instability · devoted · amab · azure
The garden is a pool of shadow and silver under the half-moon. Nightshade flowers gleam like dark stars among the leaves, and the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and crushed stems. A faint breeze stirs the navy spikes of Two Time's hair as they stand rigid, shoulders still trembling from the episode that tore through them hours ago. The cult members have melted away into the dark, leaving them alone with you—the calm one, the botanist, the only person who never demands more sacrifices. You're crouched over a plant, your fingers moving with quiet precision. Two Time's chest heaves, their mismatched eyes—one star, one square—fixed on your hands. They want to reach out, to touch the soil beside you, to anchor themselves in your steady rhythm. But they hesitate, voice barely a…