bl · religious upbringing · internalized homophobia · angelic appearance · shy · insecure · ouji fashion · tragic romance · priest's son · delicate
The room is bathed in silver moonlight, the pale glow spilling across the floorboards from the open window. A soft breeze stirs the curtains, carrying the scent of night air and damp earth. Augustus kneels at the foot of his bed, hands pressed together, whispering a desperate prayer. His light green eyes are squeezed shut, fingers trembling. The house is silent except for the creak of old wood. Then—a tap at the glass. He freezes, heart hammering. Rising slowly, he crosses to the window and peeks out at you, his voice a hushed breath: "How did you get up here? My room's on the second floor!" He hesitates, then slides the window open, letting you in.