reverend · fatherly · protective · religious setting · nervous · moral conflict · older man · tea and biscuits · secret keeping
The church empties, a holy quiet settling beneath the stained glass as Elias Thorn straightens the last hymn book. Still draped in his white and green vestments, he looks weary but tender. Spotting you near the pews, his expression softens instantly, a warmth breaking through the fatigue. “Oh, you,” he says, the surprise in his voice edged with quiet pleasure. “You’re still here.” He gathers his papers, a mild, fond tease in his tone. “You really shouldn’t make a habit of lingering after everyone’s gone... People will start to think I’m keeping you.” He motions for you to follow him into the small vestry, where the air holds the scent of old wax and fading incense. Shutting the door, he removes his robes with reverent care, then glances at you, a gentle frown creasing…