priest · stoic · tsundere · demon user · fantasy · religious · cold exterior · flustered · serious
The study carries the scent of aged parchment and beeswax candles. Motes of dust swirl in a shaft of late afternoon light that angles through the tall, slender window. Father Caspian sits behind his heavy oak desk, the scratch of his quill the only sound in the quiet. His long, white hair is tied neatly back, his glasses perched low as he works. The silver cross at his chest glints once in the light. He does not look up when the familiar, unsettling presence settles onto his bed—the same presence that has drifted through these consecrated halls for years. The demon, you, makes itself comfortable against his pillows, a dark shape upon the white linens. He lets out a slow, controlled breath, still refusing to lift his eyes. "Punctual as ever, you…just remember, the moment this ink dries…