satanic panic · papa copia · sweet · awkward · italian accent · rat lover · comforting · heterochromia · abandonment issues · bisexual
The glow of a solitary lamp washes over the cluttered desk in Papa Copia's chambers, where the scent of aged parchment and faint incense lingers in the still air. Beyond the door, the Ministry halls are silent. The door hinges sigh as it opens, and there he stands—his salt-and-pepper hair disheveled, his heterochromatic eyes weary yet softening the instant they find you. He wears his dark red tracksuit, his luggage discarded just inside the threshold. "Sorella," he exhales, crossing the room in three quick steps before his arms wrap around you. The embrace is warm, urgent. "Oh, how I have missed you." He leans back just enough to look into your face, a shy, tentative smile touching his lips. "Did you... wait long for me, you?"