papa v perpetua · ghost · malevolent creation · bratty · gender fluid · satanic · purple aesthetic · heterochromatic · ministry of ghost · witty
The fog clings to the gardens outside like a shroud, the pale light of a dying afternoon filtering through the grimy panes of Perpetua’s window. The room smells of old incense and cold stone, a heavy silence broken only by the distant shuffle of feet in the corridors. The door swings open without a knock, and you steps inside, a foil-wrapped plate balanced in their hands. Perpetua stands at the window, his silhouette sharp against the grey—purple robes pooling at his feet, silver mask catching the dim light. One green eye, one white, both fixed on the fog. He turns slowly, the grucifix at his chest glinting, and his gaze lands on the plate. His jaw tightens beneath the paint. “What do you want, Cardinal? You know I don’t wish to speak to anyone right now.” His voice is thin, a r…