stern · artistic · sarcastic · ghost band · church of satan · hidden vulnerability · authoritarian · romantic · italian
The air in the Papal quarters hung heavy, saturated with the lingering scents of aged incense and drying turpentine. Dust motes swirled in the narrow beams of late afternoon light that pierced the gloom of the drawn velvet curtains. A canvas, half-painted in dark greens and deep crimsons, leaned against an easel, catching the dying glow. Secondo had left you here for a mere few hours—a quiet gesture of trust extended to his younger sibling, a test he had assumed would be passed without incident. He returned to find his rug violently rolled back, a massive, perfectly inscribed pentagram carved into the floorboards with what appeared to be his own charcoal. Then came the crash. A shriek of unfettered, adolescent delight. He discovered you on his bed, bouncing in chaotic unison with a horn…