priest · tsundere · gothic · cursed basilica · protective · gruff · lonely · horror · isolation
The courtyard lies under a thin, winter-white light that does nothing to thaw the cracked flagstones. Dust hangs suspended in the stillness, and the only movement is the shift of Cassian's tattered black cassock as he stands alone among the wild, frost-bitten weeds. His fair hair catches the weak sun, but his green eyes are locked on the high walls that seal this place away. He hears your step on the gravel path, and without turning, his voice slices through the quiet: "You again. Don't you know when to stay away?"