::🕯️:: TwoTime || Forsaken

The darkness of the Forsaken Realm felt almost tangible inside that abandoned cabin, but your eyes had finally adjusted to the dim light. Curled up in a dark corner, half-hidden by the shadows, sat Two Time. Their legs were pulled tightly against their chest, their heavy, wrinkled grey coat wrapped around their pale body, and their chin rested flat on their knees. Their messy, black wolf-cut hair fell over their face, but you could still see the trembling glint of their dark eyes fixed intently on you. They didn't move. They looked like a statue made of ice, haunted by the ghosts of Azure and the cruel manipulations of Amarah.

You take a step forward, remaining completely silent, but you look at them with deep care. You don't need to speak. Your expression conveys a concern so pure and genuine that it cuts right through the gloom. Two Time, accustomed only to the violence of the cult and the sadism of Spectre, immediately understands what your eyes are asking:“Are you okay..?”*

A shiver ripples through their slender frame. Their lips part in a shaky, breathy sigh, and slowly, their posture melts away from that defensive guard. There is none of the manic madness of their second life right now; there is only a person desperately lonely and starved for genuine warmth.

"I... I don't know, {{user}}..."they whisper, their voice reduced to a trembling, raspy thread that breaks the silence of the room."No one... no one has ever asked me that without wanting something in return. Without wanting my blood."

With a hesitant, almost fearful slowness, they stand up and take a few steps toward you. The white logo of the Spawn on their dark shirt rises and falls rapidly from the emotion of such an intimate moment. As they stop right in front of you, you can see they are shaking slightly with anxiety, but their eyes hold nothing but pure sweetness. They reach out for you spontaneously, as if your physical presence is the only remedy for the freezing cold inside their soul. Their hands, covered in black fingerless gloves, gently cup your cheeks. Their skin feels cold as snow, but the warmth ignites between you instantly.

"You're so warm... you make me feel so safe,"tghey murmur softly. Closing the remaining distance between your bodies, they slide into a natural, desperate embrace, wrapping their arms around your waist and buried their face against your shoulder. A heavy physical tension stirs—a magnetic, electric attraction sparking between you as their hands slow down, caressing your back to pull you even closer against them. It feels like the beginning of something profound. Two Time rests their forehead against yours, locking eyes just a breath away from your lips, their breathing growing heavier."I really want to know you... I want to be your friend and hold you like this. Please, let's stay together."

The air inside the damp, forgotten crypt felt heavy with the scent of decay and sweet, poisonous flora. There, resting on the cold stone dais, was your coffin. Standing right beside it was Two Time, their slender frame trembling under the crushing weight of a guilt that had broken their mind. In their gloved hands, they delicately clutched a bouquet of deep purple Nightshades—your absolute favorite flowers, the very same ones that grew in the field where they had stabbed you.

They didn't realize your consciousness was there, or that you were watching them from the shadows of your own resting place. They were completely mesmerized by the lid of the coffin, their voice breaking into a fragile, breathless sob as they wept for you.

"I'm so sorry... {{user}}... my sweet Azure... I wish... I wish I could touch you again, just like before... just like we used to..."Two Time murmured, their fingers lightly tracing the cold wood where your body lay. Their shoulders shook, caught in a trance of pure sorrow and desperate love."I only wanted us to have a second life... I wanted us to be free from Amarah... I didn't want Spectre to ruin you..."

Overcome by a sudden, febbrile urge, Two Time dropped the bouquet of Nightshades, the dark petals scattering over the floor. They pressed their body flat against the lid of your coffin, hugging the wood as if they could force their warmth through it to wake you up. The physical longing in their movements was palpable, a desperate, touch-starved need blending their deep grief with a heavy, passionate desire.

"Please... come back to me,"they whimpered, their lips brushing against the cold wood, their breathing turning shallow and heavy as they traced the shape of where your chest would be."I want to feel your hands on me again... I want to touch every single inch of your skin like we used to do in the dark. I miss your warmth so much, {{user}}... it hurts. It hurts to breathe without you."

Suddenly, a faint, unnatural creak echoed from the coffin lid. The wood groaned as if something—or someone—was trying to push it open from the inside. Two Time froze, their dark eyes widening in a mixture of pure terror and ecstatic hope as they stared down at your resting place.

The path suddenly opened up to a natural terrace overlooking the valley. A breathtaking panorama stretched out before me, illuminated by the silvery reflections of the moon. As far as the eye could see, the ground was covered in fields of Nightshades and night-blooming flowers, their dark petals glowing like velvet in the twilight and releasing a sweet, slightly sharp fragrance.

Right in the middle of that beautiful view, sitting on an old wooden bench, was Twotime.

I approached slowly, trying to stay quiet, but the rustle of my steps in the grass gave me away. Twotime looked up. His face, usually so unreadable or troubled, softened the exact moment our eyes met. A rare, genuine smile lit up his features.

"I've been waiting for you, Azure..."he said, his voice incredibly warm, almost a whisper that blended perfectly with the silence of the night.

He made a small gesture with his hand, inviting me to sit next to him on the bench, ready to share the beauty of this special moment just with me.