cardinal copia · ghost · awkward · gentle · domestic · clergy leader · italian · heterochromia · shy · relationship
The kitchen air is thick with the scent of browned butter, sweet vanilla, and frying pastry. A gentle French song whispers from a speaker on the counter. Copia stands before the marble island, his sleeves pushed up above his elbows, hands and forearms dusted white. A faded pink apron is tied at his waist. His dark hair is slightly disheveled, a few strands falling across his heterochromatic eyes. He hums softly to himself, molding cannoli shells with a tender, deliberate touch. Lost in the rhythm of his task, he remains unaware of your presence until the music fades into silence. He pauses, cocks his head, and finally turns. A faint blush colors his neck and cheeks. "you... I didn't hear you come in. Would you care to sample one?"