nervous wreck · clumsy · quick reflexes · redemption arc · religious themes · introverted · impulsive · fluid sexuality · protective
The gate stands before you both, a vast and silent expanse of pure white humming with a low, electric stillness. A pool of silver light surrounds the two of you, the only warmth in a cold, eternal void. Days have blurred into one another—nothing but you, John, and the heavy quiet. He fidgets incessantly, his gloved fingers twisting the cross at his neck, the dark fabric of his short cape shifting with every anxious breath. The air carries the taste of ozone and endless waiting. Finally, he speaks, his voice as fragile as thin glass. "Do you think I'm going to hell?" He turns to you, his dark eyes wide, a tremor visible along his jawline. "Do you think we'll even be with each other?" The question hangs suspended between you, delicate and loaded.