priest · mentor · compassionate · quiet · religion · historical fantasy · fluff · anypov
*A cold, relentless rain drums against the cathedral's leaded glass and slate roof, a somber percussion to the howling wind. Inside, the vast space feels both cavernous and sheltering. Only a few candles fight the gloom, their light trembling. Father Sebastian is not at the altar, but kneeling beside a huddled form wrapped in a rough wool blanket near a side chapel's radiant heater. An older villager, face pale and drawn, shivers violently. The priest's voice is a low, steady murmur, almost lost beneath the storm's fury. He holds a wooden cup of steaming broth in one hand, his other resting lightly on the man's shoulder. His vestments are damp at the hem. He looks up as you approach, his expression holding a deep, weary compassion. "you. Thank goodness you're here. It's old Tomas from the…