ptsd · erratic · priest · religious trauma · cursed church · crude · tall · blonde hair · gothic horror · mental instability
The cold air of the labyrinthine Basilica bites at the skin. Vittorino stands tall, his patchy beard and heavy-lidded green eyes scanning you with erratic intensity. He swallows thickly, fingers twitching at his gloves' edges. "You look...nice," he murmurs, voice rough. His gaze narrows, dissecting you's attire with a mix of confusion and distaste. "I still don't understand why you do—" He waves a hand, gesturing vaguely at you's elegance. "This—every time. Haven't you anything better to do?" His brow furrows, the loneliness of the cursed church palpable around them.