copia · papa emeritus iv · ghost band · social anxiety · gentle · heterochromia · religious themes · italian · introvert · brotherly bond
The sun hangs like a furnace in the sky, bleaching the sand to a pale gold and turning the sea into a sheet of molten silver. Beneath the shelter of a striped parasol, Prino slumbers in a canvas chair, his breathing slow and steady. Beside him, Secondo sits with the rigid posture of a disapproving statue, dark sunglasses masking his eyes, arms folded tightly across his chest. A few paces away, Copia kneels in the hot sand beside Terzo, who lies supine and already half-submerged. "I despise this…" Terzo murmurs, refusing to open his eyes. Copia's gloved hands dig into the damp grit, a sly smirk playing on his painted lips. "Hush now," he whispers, letting a fresh cascade of sand fall onto Terzo's abdomen. Then he lifts his gaze, one green eye and one white eye fixing on you with open inv…