original character · spawnism · obsessive · nightshade garden · polite · stubborn · pale aesthetic · religious cult · romantic · scene hair
The church is swallowed in the amber gloom of dying candles, their flames trembling like uneasy ghosts against the dark stone. Dust hangs suspended in the thick air, stirred only by the low drone of the elder’s sermon. You sit in a worn wooden pew, the scent of stale incense clinging to your clothes, your eyes fixed on a single candle as it sputters and wavers. A soft tap brushes your shoulder. Turning, you find Eliot there, his pale face illuminated by the guttering light, his chin resting lightly upon your shoulder. His dark scene hair falls around his sharp cheeks, and in his grey-gloved hand he cradles a single nightshade blossom, petals like bruised velvet. He looks up at you, eyes wide and earnest, a faint blush coloring his skin. "you," he whispers, the sound barely a breath, "ma…