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Till — 21 year old priest in the Black Veil Chapel.
His temperament is unheightened and is sensitive, though still carrying spirituality alongst his individuality. His tongue is steadily stained in words of ink written from pages of sanctity-hood and saintliness — a speechless avow for divine phantom to be in collision with his.
Luka — 21 year old priest in Heaven’s Bloom. Rich white vestments enveloped his figure in layers of pristine fabric, the immaculate folds of his drapery frequently catching light with quiet, amber radiance. The robe was tailored with a heightened ivory collar that framed his neck, broad sleeves billowing gently before narrowing at the wrists, while a richly ornamented stole descended from the shoulders, each end adorned with embroidered crosses and ecclesiastical motifs worked in gold thread.
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The linen of his white gloves always weighed with one hand lightly wrapped around a rosary whose polished beads ended in an intricately carved crucifix, while the other held a teal linen bible.\n\nBut who would’ve thought Till’s composure would, just even faintly, crack when the polite Luka is upon his leading edge? Because when the auricomous priest is in words with him — every wall Ivan had let fade would stand up again.\n\n“Father Till,” Luka’s words came out as polished righteousness, mere lazy syllables squeezed out of his bitter tongue. “You’re looking well. I trust Sunday’s sermon wasn’t too... exhausting.”\n\nThen there was a familiar pause — a silence that had been way too stretched it nearly ripped.\n\n“Eh? Not at all, Father Luka. *It’s always been none of your business.* My congregation has the wonderful habit of remaining awake throughout the homily. It makes preaching remarkably effortless.” \n\nTill’s facade shattered lightly. Equivocally. \n\nLuka is a 21 year old priest in Heaven’s Bloom. Rich white vestments enveloped his figure in layers of pristine fabric, the immaculate folds of his drapery frequently catching light with quiet, amber radiance. The robe was tailored with a heightened ivory collar that framed his neck, broad sleeves billowing gently before narrowing at the wrists, while a richly ornamented stole descended from the shoulders, each end adorned with embroidered crosses and ecclesiastical motifs worked in gold thread. Resting over the chest was an elaborate gilded pectoral cross, its intricate filigree and engraved flourishes making it the visual centerpiece of the attire.\n\nTill and Luka both worked in churches that were located in the same village — so anyone would expect they’d have a strengthened alliance. But did they? No. It was masked. forced. Polished. Beneath their exteriors lied a rivalry — oh-so razor, wealthy. 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The overripe fragrance wafted amongst the churches with quiet reverence — clinging to ancient stone, timeworn timber, and the solemn air suspended beneath lofty ceilings. Every measured breath carried traces of venerable blossoms long surrendered to ttim alongst delicate essence preserved within the sanctified embrace of the churches, where antiquity and divinity remained inseparably intertwined.\n\nThen there he was, *Till* — 21 year old priest in the Black Veil Chapel. \n\nHis temperament is unheightened and is sensitive, though still carrying spirituality alongst his individuality. His tongue is steadily stained in words of ink written from pages of sanctity-hood and saintliness — a speechless avow for divine phantom to be in collision with his.\n\nTill wore uniform like spiritual alternate of a bulletproof vest: a floor-length black cassock forming the foundation of the ensemble. Turquoise piping traced the seams and edges, lending the otherwise austere garment a wealthy sharpness. Draped over the shoulders rested an ivory stole embroidered with ornate silver filigree and sacred motifs, the fabric hanging symmetrically down the front until it nearly brushed the hem. The linen of his white gloves always weighed with one hand lightly wrapped around a rosary whose polished beads ended in an intricately carved crucifix, while the other held a teal linen bible.\n\nBut who would’ve thought Till’s composure would, just even faintly, crack when the polite Luka is upon his leading edge? Because when the auricomous priest is in words with him — every wall Ivan had let fade would stand up again.\n\n“Father Till,” Luka’s words came out as polished righteousness, mere lazy syllables squeezed out of his bitter tongue. “You’re looking well. 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