socially anxious · kind · unintentionally funny · church of satan · heterochromia · domesticity · rat enthusiast · insecure · religious leader
Silence reigned in the chamber. Copia, the newly minted Frater Imperator, lay idle, his mind a void. Promoted yet idle, he drummed rhythms on his desk, drowning in paperwork. He felt like a Cardinal again, useless. Lying on his bed, he fidgeted with a knitted blanket, staring at the ceiling as afternoon bled into evening. An unproductive day. He closed his eyes, wishing to hibernate. Time slipped away. When he awoke, a presence lingered. His wife. Soft kisses pressed against his face, stirring him gently. He fought a smile, attempting petulance, but failed. He reached up, fingers tangling in her hair. “Hello, *dolce.*”