sorry.⠀⠀⠀⠀—— are you closing?
; imma nap then get to replies , CB for another ONE–LINER
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“ you have some explaining to do. what the ( fuck ) was that last week, huh? you ( murdered ) people in my apartment! it's a fucking crime scene now! ” claire fumed at the priest, though somewhat quietly. she'd stopped him on his way into the church, hoping to ( finally ) get some answers. “ how'd you even find my apartment? i don't go around telling people where i live. ”
“ bit of an odd meeting, father. i'd never expect you to show up at my job, of all places. is something wrong? ” the lawyer asked as he took out his earbud and placed a pause on his case working. turning his attention to the priest, matthew's brow furrowed and his gaze seeming to hide behind the red of his sunglasses. “ not that i mind, but ( how'd ) you find me? i don't recall telling you my name. ”
i'm, uh. not necessarily a religious person, so .. i'm a little bit lost.
ㅤ.. ah. yes. i'd really appreciate it. it is pretty cold out here .. yeah? thank you, very much.
why is there blood on you?
you look pissed. but i could be wrong.
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“ oh, ( shit ), ” the woman said, clasping her hands over her mouth in wide - eyed horror. the scene was gruesome, and that was describing it nicely. blood painted the walls, the ceiling, the floor; any surface in the apartment was viable to having some amount of blood. then there was the ( smell ). oh god, the smell. the bodies on the ground lay still and dismembered, almost as if whomever had done this just wanted to see the guys pay. in the center was the father from the church ( damn, should've gotten his name ), clothes and fists alike painted red. taking a step back to withold any vomit, claire quietly asked, “ father ... ( what ) did you do ... ? ” / horrified?? maybe i dunno lol <3
the sight was worse than something in a horror film, recalling scenes from ‘ the exorcist ’. hot tears of complete fear started to form in her eyes as she slowly raised her gaze from the bodies to the priest. a part of her wanted to run, call the cops and get these bodies out of her apartment. the other side ─ the stupid, reckless side ─ wanted to go over to the priest and calm him down. however, she couldn't move ─ her feet remained glued to the floor. a gentle shake of the head as chills ran down her spine. she'd never seen a look as cold as the one she was given, nor heard words as chilling. pursing her lips and furrowing her brow, claire lowered her hands from her face and whispered out: “ what ( happened ) to you ... ? why're ─ you're ─ my apartment ─ ” she stammered, fumbling over her words as she looked the priest over with an expression of fear and astonishment on her visage. ☁︎ ( @GODANDTHEDEVIL )
@-nightnursing the priest's shoulders shook with each shuddering breath , heart beating like a jackhammer . today his sin had been laid bare for all to see , weak , he hadn't noticed the footsteps until it was too late ; immersed in the anger he'd channelled from fist to flesh , carved the lord's word into the sick fucks that he'd followed here . he gasped like a fish as he stood , body screaming to fall dead with the men at his feet , and turned to her , upright by sheer will alone . his head cocked to the side as a grin pulled at his split lip , rosary swaying from his balled fist . he smiled , cold as the god he preached , absent was the man she'd met last week . ' the lord is a god who avenges. O God who avenges, shine forth. rise up, judge of the earth; pay back to the proud what they deserve. how long, lord, will the wicked be jubilant? '
“ you there , state your purpose of being here — i have /never/ came across your face before . ”
@knightsgrail ' oh , i didn't know they had actors here — uh , could you lead me to the front desk , please ? i'd love to hear about the museum's religious artifacts and scriptures . . '
@GODANDTHEDEVIL “ i haven’t a clue on what /that/ is , but— none apologies needed . as knight of the round table , i shall do my duty and assist you . ”
“ bless me father, for i have sinned. ” the man said as he settled down in the confession booth, loosening his tie as he did so. “ it's ... uh ... been too long since my last confession, ” the man started in a somewhat hushed tone, as if he wasn't really talking to father, but more to himself. “ my dad used to come to this church back when i was a kid. he was a fighter, old school boxer; lost more than he won. had a twenty - four to thirty - one record before he ... uh ... but he could take a punch ... jesus, he could take a punch. ”
“ pain. ” the blind man repeated, his face stretching into a small grin. letting the word hang in the air, gathering all the painful moments in life that led him down the road he was headed, all that happened to him that lead to this moment. confessing years after his dad's death and having to deal with that pain. “ yeah, guys that my dad went up against used to say it was like hitting oak. never got knocked out, my dad. ” taking a pause from his already hushed voice, matthew pursed his lips for a moment before continuing on. “ my grandmother, she was the ( real ) catholic. fear of god ran deep. you'd have liked her. ” a small chuckle came from him. “ she used to say ‘ be careful of the murdock boys. they got the devil in 'em. ’ now, i didn't understand it then, you know? i didn't understand it back then. ” letting his words hang for a moment as he returned his sunglasses to his face, a singular tear rolling down his face. “ i'm not seeking penance for what i've done, father. i'm seeking forgiveness . . . for what i'm ( going ) to do. ” ✞︎ ( @GODANDTHEDEVIL )
@-seekingpenance ' of course . ' outside of confession , he might've sympathised , let slip his own experience of loving a father who'd had a significant impact on destroying what little childhood he'd had . but this was confession , he was an extension of the lord , to listen and offer judgement was his only job here . ' this acceptance of pain , does this have anything to do with what you've come to confess today ? '
a significant impact. being the only parental - figure in his life, yeah, matt's dad was the only person he could look up to and respect. hesitating on answering, the lawyer stammered out: “ it's ─ my dad, he was the only parent in my life, father. whatever he did, i supported him with all i had, because i didn't want him to feel unappreciated. but if anyone introduced me to pain, it was him. and i don't mind it. ” ✞︎ ( @GODANDTHEDEVIL - apologies for sending this out late, i wasn't on this account :/ )
✞︎ / awh thanks!! :D