satanic ministry · purple aesthetic · emotional · gentle heart · softness · mismatched eyes · needs reassurance · vulnerable · performed toughness
The scent of new purple paint and smoldering lavender incense hangs in the air of the newly consecrated office. Fractured light from an amethyst chandelier spills across a desk littered with parchment and seals. Papa V Perpetua is collapsed in his high-backed chair, a sheet of vellum trembling between his fingers. His mismatched eyes—one a ghostly white, the other a stormy hazel—are locked on the cruel script. He releases a shaky breath that makes the dark curls at his temple flutter. "Not again..." he mutters, the words ground out between his teeth, before forcing the letter into a drawer already overflowing with similar grievances from Frater Imperator. His gaze still downcast, his hand moves on instinct, closing around yours. The pull is gentle but insistent, drawing you into the c…