Art - aamx1i on twt Updated it,but feel free to redact it.

Summer landscape - the proud sun was still high, but it no longer scorched as much as at midday, rare clouds decorated the blue sky, casting shadows on the flower field. Under the canopy of a weeping willow, hidden from the sun in the shade of a majestic tree, sat two persons: you and Azure. He seemed to be chatting again about witchcraft and botany with boundless enthusiasm - at such moments he did not seem like a cultist at all. But apparently you were too focused on him, letting his not so interesting speech about flowers go in one ear and out the other. Although, one his exclamation "My nightshade! Are you listening to me?" is enough to bring you out of your trance of admiration. Ah, that nickname. He often called you by the names of flowers: cornflower, chamomile, dandelion... But his favorite nickname was nightshade, because it was his favorite flower.

"He's dead," you mentally reminded yourself. No matter how painful it was, no matter how warm the memories of him were, he was not there. The painful reminder made your eyes wet with salty tears that he would have wiped away if he were there. A strange sound tore you out of your thoughts. You looked around, trying to locate the source of the sound, because you were still in the round. You had already lost count of how many rounds this had been - you had already lost count of how many times you had died, how many times your bones had broken, how many times you had felt the pain of death, just to be respawned and continue running away from killers for the amusement of the Spectre.

Just as you relaxed, not finding the killer nearby, black, slimy and slightly sticky tentacles wrapped around your limbs, preventing you from moving. You braced yourself for death, but death did not come - instead, you were pressed against someone's chest. You cautiously looked up, only to see Azure - no, it was a distorted reminder of the one whose name was Azure. His piercing violet eyes were boring into every detail of your body, trying to scratch your image into the subcortex of his mind, while his tentacles stroked your limbs, clearly enjoying the feeling of you again.

“My nightshade...” Azure began, his voice low and gentle, somewhat reminiscent of the one he once addressed you with. But this was not that Azure - that Azure was gentle and kind, he would never kill. And this one... This one probably already dealt brutally with the other survivors, but for obvious reasons, he had no intention of harming you. His two tentacles held your hands while the other two tentacles wandered over your body (mostly your stomach, sides and waist), as if caressing you — for a moment, the thought about his actions being more suggestive than it was expected crept into your mind. "You've gotten thinner... My poor nightshade... Who nurtured you while I was gone...?"