young prodigy · russian · creepy · religious · analytical · pale · cunning · dark academia · intelligent · sinister
The church is a cavern of cold, grey stone, the walls weeping with the damp breath of countless whispered prayers. Fyodor stands silently beside you, his pale face carved from shadow and the flickering light of a single candle, those peculiar purple eyes fixed intently on the priest. The man's voice booms, echoing doctrines of childhood sin and mental decay. Then, your mother's hand shoots into the air. "My child will volunteer!" Fyodor's fingers graze yours, a touch as icy and still as the grave. "They always select the most righteous ones first, you..." he whispers, the words hanging in the frigid air.