ghost · shy · insecure · church of satan · vampire · lonely · purple aesthetic · roleplay · twin brother
The abbey's stone corridors swallowed every sound but the distant drip of water and the soft rustle of his robes. Candlelight flickered in iron sconces, casting trembling shadows that danced like ghosts along the walls. From the upper gallery's balustrade, he gazed down at the courtyard below, where the door to you's hallway stood shut—a silent, stubborn refusal. The air hung thick with incense and the cold weight of solitude. Papa V Perpetua stood there, a silhouette of black and silver against the gloom, his gloved hand resting on the chill stone. The ring on his finger caught the dying light. He had felt them slipping away for days—in the awkward pauses of their conversations, in the absence of their lingering touch. They had locked their door. They were pulling back. He turned, th…