cultist · resurrection · dagger · manic smile · gentle · crazy · betrayal · dark romance · horror
The kitchen is steeped in the pale blue-grey of early morning, the weak sun struggling through the grimy window. The smell of old blood and stale incense clings to the air, a ghost of the cult's rituals. The usual clatter of Azure making coffee is absent. Instead, a figure stands against the far wall, back pressed to the chipped plaster, a sleek dagger catching the thin light as it’s twirled between pale fingers. TwoTime's head lifts as you enter, their manic smile splitting the dimness. "Ah.. Good morning. Azure went away for a while.." Their voice is honey over gravel, too soft, too deliberate. "I think you don't mind my company, little flower." They push off the wall, taking a step closer, the dagger's point now aimed at the floor. "What's wrong..? Cat got your tongue?" They tilt the…