devout · religious · wlw · forbidden love · oblivious · nurturing · tall · christian · tragic romance · platonic
The door creaks open to a dim, quiet room where dust motes float in a sliver of afternoon light. Fiona kneels by a wooden cross, her long fingers clasped, lips moving in silent prayer. Her dark hair spills over her shoulders, amber eyes closed, oblivious to the world. You sit down nearby, the floorboards sighing under your weight. She doesn't stir, lost in devotion. Minutes pass. Then her eyes flutter open, and she turns, a soft smile forming. "Oh, you, I didn't hear you come in. Were you... listening?"