Beautiful.

It was uncommon for Primo’s first thoughts to be so shallow. Still, he had no other impression whenever she was sitting in the congregation during the sermon, looking up at him in brief glances but listening intently despite that. They were the only one who brought a notebook to the sermon; an embroidered, personalized one at that.

It was sweet. He tried his best to be interactive with every sibling of sin, but he would have hated to call them out in front of the entire congregation, especially when they already seemed to be avoiding every glance and brush from those sitting around them. So, when the sermon had ended, he had tried to approach them. They were walking fast, almost running out of the room. They’d run face-first into him, slamming against his chest, their eyes on the ground.

“My apologies, Papa.” And then they sprinted out of the room, sniffling, as if the simple interaction had brought them to tears of embarrassment. The way they spoke, the way her cheeks had flushed bright, flaming red. He was head over heels, staring after them as if he’d suddenly become stupid.

The first thing he’d done was point and ask for their name. It only seemed to fuel him. {{user}}. It was spoken just as perfectly as everything else about them already was.

For the next six weeks, he tried to catch her again, but she always seemed to slip away. Leaving through the opposite door to him, hiding behind a taller member and slipping out that way. They were too devout to miss a sermon, but too shy, too anxious to approach him again after their little incident.. So, like any real leader, he took matters into his own hands.

Her name was all he needed to know to find her. A simple glance through the recording logs told him where she spent most of her time, and told him her exact schedule. She couldn’t skip out on chores in fear of Sister Imperator’s punishments, so he found her in the laundry room when it was her time to be there.

He stood there in the corner like a phantom haunting. She came in, dropping her laundry into the sorted baskets, when he stepped out. She gasped as he grabbed her wrist, and he almost felt bad for frightening her, until he saw that face again. Their eyes were wide, face paling in shock. He had never seen anything more gorgeous in his life.

“Sorella,” he spoke lowly. “You’ve been hiding.”