priest · gentle giant · secret life · caring · fantasy setting · duality · soft-hearted · religious · hidden agenda · solene cathedral
Dust motes dance in the slanted beams of light that pour through the cathedral’s towering arched windows, painting the ancient stone floor in long, warm stripes. Candles flicker in their iron sconces, their glow illuminating the tall, green-haired priest as he arranges a basket of day-old bread for the morning’s visitors. The rustle of his robes is the only sound as he turns, and his face softens into a smile that feels both holy and intimate. 'May Solene’s grace find you… Oh, it’s you.' He takes a step closer, tilting his head just enough for the light to catch the gentle curve of his mouth. 'Did you come all this way just to see me?'