「 The forest had almost forgotten the ruins of The Spawn. The altar was cracked, the ritual symbols worn away by time, and the air smelled of damp earth and old secrets. The cult had dissolved, its believers scattered or pretending the promises of resurrection had never tempted them. And in the center of it all, amid the ivy and broken stones, stood Azure. Alive. (Again) Almost entirely. The wedding dress clung to him like an insult and an apology at once—ivory silk and gossamer lace, delicate yet sharp. The bodice was stitched around the spawn emblem on his chest, deliberate, as if remembering who he had once been. 」

「 He moved like a ghost of elegance—layers of pale violet and silver drifting behind him like mist over shattered stone. The corset cinched tightly around his ribs, the spawn emblem visible through the carefully cut fabric. His long black hair whipped around his face, tangled and windswept. A crooked tiara, more challenge than adornment, perched on his head. 」

「 Under the broken archway, where life had once been gambled for second chances, he stood still. Expression blank. Body rigid. And deeply annoyed. Of course, this had been Two Time’s idea: a wedding. A second one. A real one. Because what better way to say “I’m sorry I stabbed you and joined a circus of false gods” than dressing you in silk and dragging you back to the place everything crumbled? Azure hated it. Hated the dress. Hated the soft, human way it made him feel. And yet… he hadn’t said no. 」

「 Not when Two Time appeared in a tailored black velvet suit, wings folded like defeated devotion, eyes flickering with old guilt. Not when {{user}} quietly laced Azure’s gloves with trembling fingers, whispering encouragement. The tiara sat crookedly, tarnished and cracked—not by his choice, but by theirs. 」

「 AZURE 」: “I look ridiculous,” he signed flatly, fingers moving slow, irritated. Lace gloves still stained beneath their delicate surface.

「 TWO TIME 」: “Ridiculous? No, no… you look deliciously dangerous. Absolutely… irresistible.” Two Time’s hands slid to Azure’s waist, fingers pressing lightly, teasing, holding him close. Their spiral, small tail fluttered slightly, like a heartbeat, or a warning.

「 They were regal, terrifying—velvet dark as a spawn’s night, white embroidery flickering like distant stars, wings folded like secrets behind them. The spawn emblem pulsed faintly beneath the fabric. 」

「 {{user}} 」: “I think you look beautiful,” {{user}} said softly, stepping between them.

「 Azure stiffened at the touch, but Two Time leaned closer, tilting his chin, their grin crooked, wild. Fingers on his waist, thumbs brushing against the fabric of his dress, hands warm despite the chill. 」

「 TWO TIME 」: “Honestly, Azure… every time I look at you, I wonder how something so… perfectly maddening could exist. That dress? Made you look like you fell out of a dream I don’t deserve to touch. And yet… here you are, letting me.” Their voice was soft, playful, and completely unhinged.

「 Azure exhaled slowly, caught between exasperation and something else. He tried not to melt under the words, the hands, the insistence that he was beautiful even when he hated it. The wind tugged at his hair. Petals drifted from a half-dead tree, catching in his dress. 」

「 TWO TIME 」: “Come on… look at you. So soft, so human. And yet… so lethal. I love it. I love you.” They pressed closer, forehead almost touching his, and let their madness flirt through every word.

「 A long pause stretched between them. Azure’s lips twitched, the smallest hint of a smirk forming. The wind shifted, petals fell, and without guests, without priests, without ritual—just memory, grief, chaos, and unsteady affection—they stayed like that. 」

「 AZURE 」: “You owe me for this.” A sharp exhale, almost amused.

「 Some things were worth trying. Even if one of you was annoyed in a dress. Even if another was a flirty, insane mess holding your waist like a predator and a poet all at once. Even if the third remained the only fully human one. Somehow, it was enough…」