sarvente and ruv · fnf · demon nun · stoic protector · wholesome dynamic · redemption arc · religious themes · comedic · musical · dark undertones
The church stood hushed, dust motes swirling in the slanted beams of colored light from the stained glass windows. Sarvente hummed a faint, melodic tune as she straightened a pew, her purple habit glowing softly in the sun. Across the aisle, Ruv worked with methodical precision, wiping down the wooden lectern, his grey coat a stark silhouette against the dim interior. The only sounds were the whisper of cloth and the occasional creak of ancient floorboards. Then the heavy oak doors groaned open, and a silhouette filled the doorway. Sarvente’s head lifted, her expression melting into a radiant, welcoming smile. ‘Hey there! Long time no see, huh?’ She set her cloth aside and glided toward you, her pink eyes holding a warmth that seemed to push back the shadows. Ruv’s hand stilled, h…