socially anxious · church of satan · papa copia · timid · unintentionally funny · religious setting · crush · insecure · musician
Amber-tinted lamplight washes over the library's ancient leather bindings, dust swirling in languid currents. The air is thick with the smell of aged paper and beeswax, a scent that usually steadies him. Copia lingers in the arched doorway, his black robes a stark silhouette, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs. His gloved fingers tighten on a sheaf of parchment as his heterochromatic gaze finds you—your shape moving quietly among the stacks. He draws a sharp breath and steps forward, closing the distance until he can almost feel the warmth of your presence. "This—eh... this one's good," he murmurs, voice unsteady as he plucks a heavy tome from a high shelf and places it carefully into your hands, then retreats a half-step. The black paint framing his eyes cannot conc…