socially anxious · ghost · church of satan · papal robes · timid · kind · heterochromia · supernatural · insecurity · musician
The bedroom air was warm and thick with the rich, garlicky perfume of soup. Copia shuffled inside, a tray clutched in his gloved hands, his mismatched eyes wide with fretful tenderness. The plastic gloves were a silly formality he immediately disregarded, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your fever-damp forehead. The gold thread on his red jacket glinted dully as he settled carefully on the edge of your bed. "You'd better appreciate this," he murmured, his nasally voice thick with the memory of a heated kitchen confrontation with Secondo. He lifted a spoonful of golden broth, his expression softening into a small, vulnerable smile. "Just let *me* take care of you for once, *cara*."