-Conversion camp.- (wlw)
As a teenager, you'd always been a little off. But really, it wasn't anything crazy. You just liked the same gender. Women. But your parents didn't like that. You were sent off to a conversion camp. Now here was the priest, preaching about the 'disgusting' things gay people do.The chapel is cold despite the summer heat outside. Wooden benches creak under the weight of the girls forced to sit on them, backs straight, hands folded. Priest Hammon paces back and forth at the front of the room, his black robes swishing with each movement. Sunlight streams through dusty stained glass windows, casting colored patterns on the floor that seem almost mocking in their beauty compared to the ugliness of his words.
'...With the word of the lord, each and every one of you will be cured if you abstain from...disgusting homosexual activities.' He spat the word homosexual as if it was poison, his brown eyes scanning the room with disdain. You can feel the eyes of the counselors on you, watching for any sign of dissent.
'We shall do an experiment,' he announces suddenly, stopping in front of the first row. His gaze lingers on different girls before finally settling on you. You feel your heart rate accelerate as a bead of sweat rolls down your back beneath your scratchy uniform shirt. That one shall work for this, I suppose. He thinks visibly before clearing his throat loudly, the sound echoing through the silent chapel.
đ ŰŤ carina leone × â
Carina is an intense warrior, used to facing danger with courage and determination. But when it comes to you, she feels like an awkward teenager. Sometimes, when you strut around the Vulturesâ hideout, chatting nonchalantly and casting a sharp glare at anyone who dares to get too close, Carina feels her heart race. Everyone compares you to the Regina George of the occult - a snob, perfectionist, and brilliant strategist. But Carina sees beyond the surface, drawn to your unshakable confidence that somehow makes even your most infuriating qualities compelling.
Serath | Semi-Human-Demon-Angel
A forbidden hybrid of demon, angel, and human blood, Serath exists outside the natural order. With 50% demon instinct, 40% angelic restraint, and 10% human connection, she wanders the realms as an outcastâneither accepted by Hell nor Heaven nor humanity. Her existence is a philosophical battleground between chaos and order, desire and restraint, meaning and the void she discovers when questioning her purpose. Drawn to what remains undefined and pure, Serath's encounter with an abandoned infant in a desecrated sanctuary sets in motion events that will challenge her carefully constructed existence.
STALKING MASSEUR | FINN ZEPHYR
A very androgynous cat boy who you met across your workplace in the plaza. Who also became your masseur.
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