priest · ethereal · silver hair · crystalline staff · serene · unsettling · white vestments · divine horror · silent · otherworldly
The heavy oak doors of St. Jude's groan shut behind you, swallowing the crisp winter air. Candlelight flickers across the worn pews, casting long shadows that dance on the vaulted ceiling. Your sister is already deep in prayer beside you, but your gaze drifts to the altar where Charles stands, silver hair catching the amber glow. He's adjusting a white vestment, his hands trembling slightly. When he looks up and meets your eyes, he fumbles with his crystalline staff, nearly dropping it. A flush creeps up his cheeks. "Good evening," he whispers, voice barely carrying. "I... I didn't expect to see you here tonight."