Ghost Oneshots /// Ships (pt.1)

🔞 Perpetua x Haze - Low Heat

Dom: Haze
Sub: Perpetua

My first take on the new ghoulette 👀 don't take those prompts at the top too serious, I am not sure myself who is dom and who is sub, lol

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The ministry was basked in the dull, cold light of the moon that stood high at the sky. The halls lay quiet, small candles casting waltzing shadows along the walls of the long corridors. Despite being the new face around here, Perpetua found his way to the music room with ease - it was the one special room he had already found peace in, a quiet haven that he would always retreat to after another long day of work. His life had turned upside down; nothing was as it used to be. New building, new people, new tasks, a new title. And with it all came the constant and strange demand to find himself again. He'd just begun to feel settled in his old sanctuary when the letter came - old, yellowed paper and a wax seal in the color of blood. He didn't even know what it said yet when they forced him out. "A call from Hell's Lord," one of the nuns had hissed, clutching her rosary like a dagger.

A sigh slipped past Perpetua's lips as he lay his hand on the cold, iron doorknob. The candles flickered when a cold breeze blew through the corridor. His ears picked up on the soft patter of the rain against the windows, but to him, it sounded calming. He had always loved storms, as long as he was able to stay inside in the quiet warmth. In the ministry, it hadn't felt as easy - not as much as home, but gradually he became more used to it. He warmed up to the place and everything it brought. And he could already hear one of the things he loved most from behind the door. His lips curled into a smile.

He gently pushed the door open, careful not to let it creak, not wanting to startle whoever might be inside. His eyes immediately settled onto the source of one of his quite joys; Haze, the ghoulette he had summoned the second day he had come to the ministry. Back then - barely two months ago - everything had happened so fast, in a blur of rituals and responsibilities, and the new papa could hardly recall much from those days. But Haze? He remembered her. They met in the music room quite often - never really planned or on purpose, they seemed to need the same kind of silence, the same kind of escape, and always at the same time. There was something unspoken between them, something that hummed just beneath the surface. A certain connection that only came with a summoning bond. It was something that made each other special from everyone else that roamed these halls, and it was each other's presence they found themselves to be home in.

"Knew you'd come," her warm voice said, and Perpetua's expression immediately softened. Something about that voice always managed to loose something up in his chest - wether it was the stress of the day, the weight of his past, or simply the need for some comfort. Haze was the one person who could help with all of it. "Did you now?" he prompted, a hint of teasing in his weary voice. Anyone else wouldn't have picked up on it, on the tiredness in his tone - but Haze did. It's only been two months, but Haze knew more about Perpetua than she did about the realm she came from. She turned her head, her dark eyes settling on her papa's form. Her mask lay abandoned on the piano she sat at, and even though the sight wasn't new for the man, it still always managed to take his breath away.

"You always do when it rains," she replied. There was a certain glint in her eyes. She knew how he felt, but decided not to comment on it. Perpetua was always grateful for her silent understanding. He didn't want someone who was constantly worrying and pitying him for being tired or exhausted - he just wanted someone to be there, to distract him, to take his mind off things. Haze was like that. "Well," she broke the silence that had settled over them like a heavy, almost uncomfortable blanket, turning on the piano seat to face Perpetua, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth, "did you come here to mope or are you gonna help me butcher a ballad like last time?" she quipped. The papa scoffed, rolling his eyes but failing miserably to hide the smile her words brought to him.