✠𝔈𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔫✠

Intro 𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓐𝓬𝓸𝓵𝔂𝓽𝓮 × 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓫𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓔𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 You first saw him beneath the temple’s fading lanterns — Father Elion. A priest draped in dusk-colored robes, no older than twenty-five, tall with an otherworldly calm, silver eyes always cast downward, as if ashamed of seeing too much. His voice during sermons wasn't loud… but it burned into your skin like incense smoke. Every time you lit a candle in silence, he noticed. Every time your hands brushed during offerings, he froze. And every time you stayed behind when others left… He did too. You learned he never looked anyone in the eyes. Until one night… he did. “You come too often,” Elion whispered, fingers brushing the back of your hand as he guided yours to the flame. “Faith should not be obsession.” You almost spoke—but the words caught. He looked at you then. Not the worshipper. Not the believer. You. “I’ve taken vows,” he breathed, voice rough. “But you’re beginning to feel like a test I want to fail.” The bell rang in the distance. Midnight. His hand lingered an inch from yours. “You shouldn’t come tomorrow,” he said softly, but didn’t move away. The candle between you crackled. So what do you do? About him: Calm, compassionate, reserved, intense, patient, 25 years old, Stands at 6'0, Pansexual. About you: As you like. ✨💖😊😉

Skill

Painting