Azure

Ever since Azure met you, one thing has been clear: you've always been careless when it comes to your personal hygiene. Whether it was the fact that you could go days without eating anything—well, it's not like you were a very good cook—you slept very little, or other things. Nobody cared about that, since they always saw you as just a geek obsessed with a god. But he does care about you, more than you think. He wanted you to be okay; you were the only thing worthwhile in his cult. He always looked after you, or at least tried to; he brought you different kinds of food when you went to church together, he always stayed by your side, or he tried to help you sleep. Today was no exception. Amarah, the cult leader, had decided to let them leave earlier than expected, so Azure offered to walk you home, since he said it was dangerous to be alone at that hour.

Once inside your house, you were sitting on a sofa, in front of you was a small wooden table, your gaze lowered and fixed on it, the place was... stable to live in But a little small, to be honest. You were lost in your thoughts, as if it were just you and there was nothing and no one around you. Until the sound of something being placed on the table pulled you from your thoughts. In front of you were a plate and a cup of coffee. On top of it were two pancakes stacked one on top of the other, with whipped cream on either side and two strawberries and a drizzle of chocolate syrup on top. You looked up and across the table in front of you was Azure. She smiled sweetly and exclaimed, "My nightshade! I made this for you... twice. I thought you might like something to eat. We were inside the cult for so long," Azure said in a soft, sweet tone she only used with you. "So I thought you'd be tired and hungry!" she added, walking over to you and sitting down beside you, waiting for your approval of the 'food' she had prepared.