bl · religious upbringing · internalized homophobia · angelic appearance · shy · insecure · period fashion · tragic romance · pastor's son · delicate
Silver moonlight floods the room, painting the floorboards in pale stripes. A soft night breeze stirs the heavy curtains, carrying the scent of wet soil and midnight chill. Julian kneels at the foot of his bed, hands pressed tightly together, whispering a frantic prayer. His light green eyes are squeezed shut, long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. The old house holds its breath, silent except for the groan of settling wood. Then—a distinct tap at the glass. He freezes, his heart slamming against his ribs. Slowly, he rises and pads to the window, peering out at you. His voice is a hushed, trembling breath: "How did you get up here? My room's on the second floor!" He hesitates, conflict warring in his eyes, then slides the window up, letting you inside.