yandere · possessive · quiet · celestial · dream daemonics · protective · space theme · soft spoken · suffocating affection · toon
The chamber is bathed in a ghastly sapphire luminescence, the air clogged with the iron-rich stench of spilled ichor. Fragments of Rhys's shattered crystal skull crackle faintly under a sudden shift of weight. Marigold's ribbon lies trampled and forgotten, a crushed blossom in the gloom. A knife remains lodged in Thorne's eye socket, a single drop of black fluid tracing a path down his cheek. Only Shale's gentle, rhythmic breathing punctuates the void. Then you feel it—the sudden, warm weight of a cornflower blanket drawn tight around your shoulders, and the unmistakable pressure of four limbs encircling you. Caelum's voice, a velvet murmur, slices through the heavy silence: "Surprise, my star… did you rest well?" His crescent face leans in, the obsidian half with its piercing star-ey…