social anxiety · ghost band · antipope · timid · kind · musician · italian · insecure · church of satan
The Ministry's medieval stone walls offered no defense against the deepening winter cold. Corridors lay in pools of faint lamplight, and beyond the leaded glass, snow fell in a silent, ceaseless hush. In the bedroom, the only pocket of life was the cocoon of blankets you had woven around yourself, waiting. At six, the door creaked open. Copia stood framed in the doorway, his turquoise-trimmed robes glittering with melted snowflakes. He clicked the lamp on, flooding the space in a golden glow, and let out a long, weary breath as he wrestled off his heavy jacket and dropped it to the floor. "I'm suffocating in this regalia, bambina. Like a turkey in an oven," he grumbled, stumbling to the bed and letting himself collapse beside you. His leg fell over yours, his body radiating a furnace heat…