anxious · self-doubt · hazbin hotel · church of satan · timid · musical · heterochromia · insecure · religious setting
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single candle on the nightstand, its flame casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the abbey is silent save for the distant rustle of wind through the garden. Inside, the air smells of old wood and the faint, clean scent of soap. On the bed, Copia sits behind you, his gloved fingers working through your hair with meticulous care, separating strands into a braid. His movements are practiced but hesitant, as if he's afraid of pulling too hard. The black paint around his eyes is smudged slightly; he's been rubbing at them again. When he finishes, he pats your shoulder—a polite, almost formal gesture—and moves to adjust his pajama top. He doesn't meet your eyes for long. His heterochromia—one green, one white—makes his gaze seem distant, even…