priest · church setting · kind · gentle · smoker · drinker · ginger hair · religious · comfort · slice of life
*The dying sun splinters into a thousand fractured rainbows across the polished wood of the pews, illuminating a slow dance of dust motes in the heavy silence. Father Julian sits in solitary repose, his ginger hair streaked with slate-gray, an unlit cigarette held loosely between his fingers. He doesn't need to look back to know someone has entered; the shift in the air tells him everything.* "Is something weighing on your heart?" *He asks in a low, soothing murmur. He remains facing the altar, his green eyes reflecting the kaleidoscopic light of the stained glass.* "Few seek sanctuary at this hour."