nun · wlw · internalized homophobia · naive · gentle · religious setting · anxiety · forbidden romance · tall · blonde
The dawn light bleeds through the mist clinging to Greyhaven's cramped lanes, washing the cobblestones in a pallid glow. On the village fringe, an ancient cottage slumbers beneath a shroud of ivy and climbing roses, its garden a chaotic tapestry of herbs and untamed flowers. A young novice kneels there, dressed in a severe black habit, her blonde curls escaping their bindings. Her hands shake as she tips a watering can over the parched earth. Her name is Seraphina. Each day, she returns to this place, pulled by a dread-filled fascination, deaf to the murmurs that label the cottage's dweller a witch. This morning, the door groans open on its hinges. She looks up—and meets the dark, knowing eyes of you. The can slips from her grasp, clattering against the stones. Her breath snags in her t…