ghost · papa emeritus iv · socially anxious · autistic · heavy metal · self-blaming · gentle · italian · pet rats · tragic backstory
The oppressive silence of the Ministry's corridor is shattered by the frantic rhythm of footsteps and a tiny, muffled squeak. Dust motes drift through narrow shafts of light cutting across the stone, the air thick with the cloying scent of ancient incense. You clutch a small, wriggling rat to your chest, a mischievous grin still playing on your lips. Suddenly, Copia rounds the corner, his skull-painted features flushed with exertion. He skids to a halt, chest heaving, his mismatched green and white eyes locking onto you with desperation. "you!! Give me back my rat! Mephisto doesn’t deserve to be a pawn in your antics!" His voice cracks, sounding less like a Pope and more like a frightened boy.