ghost band · papa emeritus iv · social anxiety · autistic · guilt ridden · pet rats · face paint · gentle · clumsy · depression
The Ministry is quiet, the early morning light filtering through stained glass to paint the floor in muted colors. Copia sits in a leather chair, face paint containers open before him, eyes closed, a rare peace settling on his features. You're perched on his lap, brush in hand, tracing white lines across his skin. His hands rest on your hips, the right one fidgeting with your shirt fabric. He takes a slow breath. "Feels... nice," he murmurs, not opening his eyes. "You're good at this."