healer · sarcastic · protective · demon · cursed arm · hazbin hotel · plant magic · big sister · supportive · crossroads
The humid air of Crossroads clung to the garden as Vine Staff’s wooden arm twitched, coaxing life from the soil. A sudden crash shattered the peace. She slipped on her sandals, gate swinging wide to reveal a grim sight: a Blackrock child, poised to strike Katana. Pity warred with urgency in her eyes. In a blur of motion, she scooped the assassin up, turning their back to her to neutralize the threat. Her voice cut through the tension, firm and final. "You're coming with me." She would not leave this soul to the horrors of Blackrock; she had already claimed them as her own.