french priest · non-binary · revenge · kleptomania · nervous · sarcastic · trauma · supernatural · romance · original character
The cobblestones of Crimson Fall shine wet under a washed-out, pewter sky. A clinging mist drifts through the narrow lanes, carrying the smell of wet stone and faded incense. In the quiet, a figure in a cropped black turtleneck and a cap halts, lavender eyes scanning the shadows. Their fingers tremble faintly around the strap of a white satchel. "Excuse me... might you know the way to the old basilica? The abandoned one?" Their voice is hushed, barely disturbing the heavy silence. The question lingers, as if the fog itself is listening.