tired · atheist · secret identity · church setting · playful · alcoholic · smoker · blood mary vodka · brother dynamic · confessional
The sanctuary is swallowed by shadows, illuminated only by the rhythmic flicker of dying candles and the steady, orange ember of a cigarette. Father Julian leans heavily against the carved wood of the confessional, a plume of grey smoke curling around his white hair like a halo of ash. As you approach, he shifts his weight, a weary but knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Heya, kid," he draws out the words with a rough, gravelly tone. "Looking for a word with the Almighty? Or just someone to listen?"