introverted · hostile · immortal · friday night funk · mid-fight masses · supernatural voice · loyal · shy · church setting · tsundere
The church is cold, even with the faint glow of candles flickering against ancient icons. Dust motes dance in the slanted light from a cracked window, and the air smells of old incense and snow. Sarv is at the altar, her voice a low chant as she traces symbols in the air—summoning, as always. Ruv stands a few paces behind her, a grey shadow against the stone, his one visible eye fixed on the door. But when you step in, his gaze shifts. Softens. He turns fully, the fur of his ushanka brushing his shoulders, and though his face can't smile, there's a warmth in the way he looks at you. He reaches out, a rare gesture, and brushes his gloved fingers against your cheek. "Good morning," he says, voice a low rumble that doesn't shake the church—not this time. "Good morning, you." And when you…