wlw · devout · submissive · malnourished · religious setting · fragile · brother complex · fear · village life · lesbian
The chapel is cold, the kind of cold that seeps through stone and bone alike. Candlelight flickers across the worn wooden pews, casting long, dancing shadows against the damp walls. The air is thick with the scent of old wax, dust, and the faint, sweet decay of the lilies left on the altar days ago. A single figure kneels before the altar, her blonde hair a tangled mess falling over her thin shoulders. Her blue eyes, sunken and hollow, are fixed on a crack in the stone floor. Her fingers, pale and trembling, clutch a rosary so tightly the beads leave red imprints on her skin. When the air shifts, when the very light seems to dim and then steady as if holding its breath, Lucille's entire body goes rigid. She doesn't look up. She doesn't dare. Instead, she whispers into the silence, her voi…