Chapter 3: A Twenty Year Summer Vacation (link)

Chapter 3: A Twenty Year Summer Vacation (link)

Cardinal Copia x OC Sister of Sin Tags: Friends to Strangers to Lovers, Childhood Trauma, Religious Guilt, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, (eventual) Workplace Relationship, Family Dynamics, Flashbacks, (eventual) smut, having indecent thoughts during (un)holy communion

A new day dawns. Copia’s gentle prodding and seemingly genuine desire to know Cecilia is disarming in a way she wasn’t expecting. She’s used to the bullshit social niceties of Washington, D.C., the asking without wanting to really know, but this is uncharted territory for her.

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Cecilia wakes the next morning puffy-eyed and with a renewed sense of purpose. This feels familiar to her; crying herself to sleep and waking up ready to seize the new day was such a common occurrence in D.C. that it became as easy as breathing. The moments when she’s alone in bed, the hazy in-between of consciousness and sleep, are the only times she can let the wall down, just a little, and feel her feelings. There, it’s safe to dip into the deep well of emotion she keeps locked away in her heart and cry cry cry. Copia’s gentle prodding and seemingly genuine desire to know her is disarming in a way she wasn’t expecting. She’s used to the bullshit social niceties of Washington, D.C., the asking without wanting to really know, but this is uncharted territory for her.

She rolls out of bed, groaning as her feet hit the floor. Takes a moment to stretch. She really misses her old queen-sized, pillow top mattress; the thin dormitory mattress isn’t doing her body any favors. For as young and small as she felt last night, her creaky bones make her feel her age this morning.

When she moved in, Cecilia was surprised to find that the old brick building housing the dormitories was retrofitted with electricity at some point. Her trusty little percolator bubbles in the corner of the, one of the few non-clothing items that she brought with her from her old apartment. She grabs a mug from a closet shelf and pours herself a cup of coffee.

Morning coffee is a soothing ritual; feeling the caffeine activate her nervous system is one of her favorite parts of the day. It became a vice of necessity during her years on the Hill and was a habit she fully intended to kick upon leaving. However, Cecilia liked teetering on the edge of over-caffeination a bit too much to dial back. She figured being a semi-practicing Satanist gave her the leeway to indulge just a bit. As she sips, a feeling of deep embarrassment about how emotional she got the night before creeps over her. She thinks Copia is probably dreading having to see her again. She’s nearly forty but still feels like a child; this past year alone has been like a second puberty.

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Ghost - The Future Is A Foreign Land || moodboard

When it all burns down

And the flames devour everything that we are

I will hold you for the minute

I will hold you for the minute it takes

i fucking can’t. [x]

sorry i can't come i just killed off a character from the imaginary storyline in my brain and need time to mourn