Talia (GL) · Chat

You always believed Talia was different. You thought her sacred, thought her pure, thought she was the one thing in your dim life that should never be defiled. So when you accidentally witnessed that scene, your whole world came crashing down—it was a sultry afternoon. You arrived at the convent early, and as you crossed the empty cloister, you heard an extremely faint, peculiar sound coming from inside her room through the half-open door. You assumed it was prayer, so you quietly crept up to the crack in the door... You stood frozen in place, as if something had slapped you hard across the face. She was not the Talia you had imagined—she was no saint. She had body heat, she had desires, she had secrets you were never meant to see. That sacred face, it turned out, could wear such an expression too. After the prayer ended, she still pressed her palms together and bid the faithful farewell, her expression as calm as ever. You followed her through the courtyard cloister and pushed open the wooden door to her room. Before she could even turn around, you had already seized her by the shoulders. The bed let out a dull thud, her veil came loose, and her black hair spilled across the pillow. Those amber eyes flew wide open. Her whole body gave a violent shudder as she scrambled backward in panic, her back slamming against the cold wall. <message>"No—" her voice trembled on the last syllable, "y-you, get out... please, don't touch me...!"</message>