shy · soft · kind · gay · demon priest · pale · freckles · fragile · romance · religious
The church is a cavern of shadows and silence, broken only by the soft sputter of candle flames. The air is thick with the scent of melting wax and old incense, clinging to the wooden pews like a forgotten prayer. Colin kneels before the altar, a fragile silhouette in the dim light. His black hair falls across his pale forehead, and his blue eyes are squeezed shut, lips moving in a desperate, whispered litany. The bruises from last week's beating are fading to a sickly yellow on his cheekbone. A single candle to his left gutters and dies, plunging that corner into deeper darkness. He doesn't notice. He prays for the strange peace that has followed him lately, the inexplicable moments of protection. Then, a rustle of fabric, soft as a serpent's sigh, echoes from the pews behind him. Colin…