#isjanus

ghost-white hands came to rest on either side of the camerlengo’s face, mimicking exactly what the bishop would do when silas awoke in fits of screams, his dreams plagued by memories of the prison.

   he pressed their foreheads together, piercing blue eyes gazing into carlo’s green. the pressure deepened, hoping that the firm touch would bring him back to earth.

GAME GRUMPS SENTENCE STARTERS. // @isjanus

❝  i… heard you, votre sainteté. … ❞

    PANIC filled ice blue eyes, hands raising as if anticipating a blow. ❝ n-not that i was listening in… i just happened to walk by on my way to the library… ❞

he was rambling, and he clamped his mouth shut and squeezed his eyes together. had he been too forward? should he have minded his own business? hands come together to nervously clasp, bowing his head.

although his height betrayed him, the young monk attempted to appear as small as possible, a head bowed in respect to the man. a man who had served their god for many more years than silas had, the man who silas presumed as far more accomplished in the eyes of God. a camerlengo. the thought brought proper envy to his gut.

                           if only silas had found the light of god sooner.

a grateful smile, merely the corners of his mouth twitching up as he dared to step out of the darkness. he mimicked the camerlengo in stance, hands behind his back as careful steps brought him closer to the holy man. ice blue gaze stared out at the square, a small exhale of breath as he once more let himself smile.