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I am going to GRAB THAT RAT MAN BY HIS THIGHS

with consent ofc

sorry had to get this out somehow

have a great day

now NOW ur speaking my language

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An appreciation post for Copia's thighs

@stressghoul @historian-crown @lizzthefrizzzz @caligoaer

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♡A Care Package For The Cardinal♡

• fluffy comfort: y/n helps ground Copia bc mf never heard of taking a break

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It was never that difficult to tell when the Cardnial needed a break, even if you didn't know the man that well.

Look a little closer and you'd see upper clergy members in and out of his office at all hours of the day, ghouls being called every couple hours to refill his ink well, siblings called to bring him his dinner, etc.

But noone seemed to care, save for you and the ghouls.

See, Copia was one of the few clergy members which saw ghouls as equals and had gained their friendship and respect (despite how socially awkward he was). So when it was noticed by them that he was pushing himself harder than usual, they gave you a call. Well, more accurately, the ghoulettes did.

Ever the hopeless romantic, Cumulus adored the idea that The Cardinal had a crush on you, and when he confirmed it to her she nearly squealed with utter glee. You weren't as close with the ghouls as Copia, but you shared Copia's respect for them as equals, even having a sort of friendship with the ghoulettes. So when Cumulus approached you asking for ways to help get the Cardnial to relax you didn't think twice about it, suggesting and taking to developing a care package. You sought out herbs like lavender sprigs, chamomile flowers, and mint in Primo's garden. Even being able to retrieve a canister of jasmine tea from the kitchen ghouls, and, your favorite addition, a small sample-size bottle of lavender bubble bath solution.

Package assembled, Cumulus told you she'd deliver the care package herself but, unbeknownst to you, she had other plans. About 5 minutes before she was meant to meet you and pick it up she sent word that she was dreadfully busy, leaving you with the responsibility of delivering the package.

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Now standing at The Cardnial's door with the care basket held firm against your hip, you rapped at it three times. You heard a light rustle followed by a thud before the door was swung open worn-down Copia. You couldn't help but feel pity for the man, his eyes were dull and face sullen, he looked like a ghost.

"Si, how can I help you cara?" He muttered, breathlessly. He feigned a polite smile. It was like just talking took every ounce of energy left in him.

On any other occasion, Copia would have been mortified that you were at his door seeing him so worn down, but he was just too tired to panic. The light flush on his face was the only indication that he had realized it was his crush at the door. His eyes flicked down to the basket in your hands and assuming you were delivering him more work, he groaned mentally. He could just barely manage what he was working on now.

"Well," You began with a hopeful smile. "Cumulus and I made you a care package, Cardinal!"

You presented the basket to him with outstretched arms and a wide smile hoping to inspire one of his own.

His eyes went wide and he began to wring out his hands, his social anxiety back in full swing.

You made him a gift?

"Ah, gr- grazie mio cara, that's very kind of you..."

He trailed off, observing it and gingerly picking it up to further examine at his desk. Beginning to pick through it he smiled a bit, he knew the properties of the herbs well and couldn't help but feel a warm buzz in his chest that you had picked them specifically out for him. The tea was an even better find, he smiled giddily as he imagined sharing a pot of it with you. And then he found the last item.

Bubble bath solution.

Oh.

And again his mind wandered.

"Cardinal?" You asked, concerned with his silence. Did he not like baths?

"Ah-ha yes y-yes, thank you I adore this." He turned to face you with a shy smile with hands clasped in front of his heart, a sign of genuine gratitude. For the first time that week, he felt an actual smile grace his face. His face flushed a shade darker seeing your face light up at his praise.

"Of course! I'm glad to help anyway I can, you do so much for us."

You didn't know it but at that moment, Copia wanted to cry. That was the first time that week anyone had acknowledged how hard he was working. So with a bittersweet smile, he invited you to sit down and have tea.

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It didn't take long for Copia to get the tea ready, no, what took longer was the mental pep talk he had to give himself. He pried his mind from the work on his desk, the guilt of not doing it sat heavy in his gut, and when he finally sat with you at the small couch nestled into the corner of his office he was tense. Stiffly sat beside you, he offered you your cup.

"Thank you." You smiled, graciously.

He nodded back. A lull overtook the two of you

You examined the room around you. It was cluttered, papers stacked upon his desk with open books haphazardly strewn across them in various languages. He seemed to be translating something. The stack of discarded papers with scrawled out ink on them looked to be so.

Throughout all of the preparations and now seeing his state for yourself, one question lingered in your mind.

"Cardinal?"

"Hm?" He hummed, cup to his lips for a sip.

"Why do you push yourself so hard?"

He paused. He placed his cup down and folded his hands in his lap. As much as he wished he could just brush it off and say he was fine, that he was glad to work so hard, he just couldn't. He couldn't lie to you.

And so it all spilled forth.

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"That's fucked up, they shouldn't force you to shoulder so much!"

Wide heterochromatic eyes met yours.

"Er- I apologize that was inapr-."

He cut you off with a dry chuckle.

"No, your right." He sipped his tea and sighed.

"It's fucked up."

A solemn silence overtook the room, Copia stared down at his feet. You couldn't help but feel guilty, you wanted to help him somehow, in some way that mattered beyond a small 'sorry'.

You took a breath and reached out your hand to touch his shoulder.

Copia flinched, only to promptly melt into your touch as you stretched your hand to massage across the planes of his shoulder blades. His eyes fluttered closed, and he released a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.

"I'm sorry Cardinal, you let me know how I can help." You whispered.

He looked down at his lap once more, his hands were clenched tight atop his knees and you could hear the squeak of his leather gloves as his grip tightened. His head hung, seemingly in shame, and a slight sniffle could be heard.

Suddenly arms were flung around your waist, the Cardinals head pressed into your torso, you could hear hiccups as something wet began to soak your habit.

You didn't have to think, and within less than a second you were pulling Copia closer to you and rubbing his back, his body stretching to lay across to hold you tighter. The two of you stayed like that; you holding him close, rubbing his back, and applying occasional pressure to ground him while he clung to your habit for dear life.

"Hey? It's okay, you can let it out. Let it all out. You're safe."

He whimpered at your words. It'd been so long since he'd heard such comfort, felt such warmth. He didn't want to let you go and as you began to stroke his hair his heart ached.

"Amore..."

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On some first post shit damn anyways yuh my ghost hyperfixation has been going great how about you?