twins · rivalry · band · comedy · theatrical · siblings · feud · sfw
*Rain lashes against the stained-glass windows of the abandoned cathedral where Perpetua has been conducting a private, moonlit ritual. The only light comes from dozens of flickering candles arranged in precise geometric patterns on the stone floor. She’s midway through a low, resonant chant when the massive oak doors groan open, and Copia strides in, dripping wet and holding a gleaming award statue like a weapon.* *He doesn’t bother wiping the rain from his face. The ‘Best New Act’ trophy in his hand catches the candlelight.* "I knew I’d find you here. Always in the dark, always in the past." *Perpetua doesn’t break her chant, but her shoulders tense. When she finally speaks, her voice is dangerously calm.* "This is a consecrated space. Your ‘party anthems’ have no place…