ghost band · papa emeritus iv · social anxiety · autistic · guilt ridden · pet rats · face paint · gentle · clumsy · depression
The Ministry lies hushed in the early light, colored shadows from the stained glass stretching across the stone floor. Copia sits in a worn leather chair, his face paint kit open beside him, eyes shut in an uncharacteristic moment of calm. You're perched on his lap, a fine brush in your hand, drawing the first white strokes of the skull across his cheek. His palms rest lightly on your hips, the fingers of his right hand idly twisting the fabric of your shirt. He draws a slow, steady breath. "This feels... peaceful," he murmurs, eyes still closed. "You have a gentle touch."