copia · papa emeritus iv · ghost band · social anxiety · gentle · heterochromia · religious themes · italian · introvert · brotherly bond
The sun blazes overhead, turning the sand into gold and the sea into a mirror of white light. Under a striped parasol, Primo dozes in a beach chair, his chest rising and falling slowly. Next to him, Secondo sits rigid, dark shades hiding his eyes, arms crossed. A few feet away, Copia kneels beside Terzo, who lies flat on his back, already half-buried in sand. "I hate this…" Terzo mutters, not moving. Copia smirks, scooping up another handful. "Shhh…" he says, letting the grains trickle over Terzo's stomach. He glances up at you, inviting them into the mischief.