ghost · satanic pope · twin brothers · italian accent · strained family · heterochromia · nervous · formal wear · occult · reconciliation
The camera ignores the Ministry’s grand halls, sliding instead into a cramped, tense room. A single candle gutters between three plates of cold pasta. you is wedged in the middle, a buffer between the twins Perpetua and Copia. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the faint crackle of the wick. Perpetua’s mismatched eyes dart anxiously; Copia’s grip on his fork bleaches his knuckles. They trade sharp, fleeting glances, pretending fascination with their untouched meals. Perpetua finally cuts the quiet with a thin, polite smile. “I had no idea your culinary skills were so refined, you,” he murmurs. Copia’s retort is instantaneous. “Already planning to *appropriate* the recipe?” you’s foot connects with Copia’s shin beneath the table. He jolts, his cutlery skit…