✞12 Days since my Last Confession✞
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13th_crusader[✝]Proverbs 8:13
The fear of the Lord is to hate evil: Pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth, do I hate.[✝]
[☨]The archbishop, through the eyes of the lens, is holed up in what looks to be a tall wooden box, actually a make-shift confessional, seated with his late subordinate's bible in his lap. Idly he's flipping through the pages, pausing every so often when he finds a Polaroid stuck between them as a book-marker. He's uttering quite introspectively.[☨]
Dear Lord, seems I'm damned to rot here for next to eternity. This is it. This is Purgatory.. or worse yet Limbo, isn't it? The idling. The chaos. The idling in chaos. The constant, up and down, up and down, roller-coaster that never stops or breaks down. Seems one can nary have a consistent emotion in this place.
[☨]As he holds up the the picture, it's clearly a photo from St. Ferdinand's orphanage; all the children gathered about, with four men and two woman: two priests (Fr.Anderson and Wolfe), a monsignor (Fr.Renaldo), a abbess(The Head Nun), a nun(Sr.Takagi) and a bishop(Epus.Maxwell), standing behind them, all genuine smiles.. save for the bishop who held an air of no-nonsense about him. The tic in his left eye twitched and winced, yet apparently not exactly at the photo itself, for he turned with a leer at the blinking red light of the commlink.[☨]
Yet I know of one that's perpetually left in me: ...Hate--I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, haaaate, You!
[☨]As he reaches to grab the device, his body suddenly turns to jagged convulsions as the wretched thing shocks the holy piss out of him. Seems it doesn't think too fondly of him either.[☨]
. . . ...................ma...maledetto.
The fear of the Lord is to hate evil: Pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth, do I hate.[✝]
[☨]The archbishop, through the eyes of the lens, is holed up in what looks to be a tall wooden box, actually a make-shift confessional, seated with his late subordinate's bible in his lap. Idly he's flipping through the pages, pausing every so often when he finds a Polaroid stuck between them as a book-marker. He's uttering quite introspectively.[☨]
Dear Lord, seems I'm damned to rot here for next to eternity. This is it. This is Purgatory.. or worse yet Limbo, isn't it? The idling. The chaos. The idling in chaos. The constant, up and down, up and down, roller-coaster that never stops or breaks down. Seems one can nary have a consistent emotion in this place.
[☨]As he holds up the the picture, it's clearly a photo from St. Ferdinand's orphanage; all the children gathered about, with four men and two woman: two priests (Fr.Anderson and Wolfe), a monsignor (Fr.Renaldo), a abbess(The Head Nun), a nun(Sr.Takagi) and a bishop(Epus.Maxwell), standing behind them, all genuine smiles.. save for the bishop who held an air of no-nonsense about him. The tic in his left eye twitched and winced, yet apparently not exactly at the photo itself, for he turned with a leer at the blinking red light of the commlink.[☨]
Yet I know of one that's perpetually left in me: ...Hate--I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, haaaate, You!
[☨]As he reaches to grab the device, his body suddenly turns to jagged convulsions as the wretched thing shocks the holy piss out of him. Seems it doesn't think too fondly of him either.[☨]
. . . ...................ma...maledetto.
LOL <3
Date: 2009-12-19 03:18 am (UTC)Isn't it hard to do? Don't you get tired of doing it?
*Sai goes in to cuddle him, not touching the lap area as despite how many memory wipes, that section belongs to only two people! Pale eyes blink at his reaction and she couldn't help but to giggle... A lot at his reaction.*
I am glad that Papa is irreplaceable to you.
OH GOD HE'S ALLERGIC TO CUDDLES! D:!!!
Date: 2009-12-19 01:08 pm (UTC)Oh yes, very hard indeed.. Yet I relish every moment of it. God gave me this position, I should laud Him for it.
[And then came cuddling. Her arms around his tender slender waist gave him the feeling of a cat being thrown into a cold bathtub--causing the hair he was attempting to straighten to unfasten itself from the too-tight clasp completely. His long wavy tresses of blonde puffed out in all directions, nearly obscuring his face.]
Pffft! ... [If.. he tries.. to pry her off... that means.. he'll have to touch her again! There's a shock of pink under his viridian eyes as he clamors for composure, dragging his fingers through his unruly bangs to try and tame his mane back into it's gold clasp.]
N-now now, be that as it may, he probably does not want you to be em.. bracing perfect strangers.
[If he mistreats this child, and she tells Abel, his goose was as well as cooked. He could not. Could NOT AFFORD to lose another allies.. pseudo or not!]
Poor guy! XD
Date: 2009-12-19 07:09 pm (UTC)*She blinks and watches his response to the cuddling.... She tries her best to hide her giggling as this was one OF THE MOST funniest things she has ever seen! She blinks and tilts her head at his words.*
But Papa knows you and the only one he forbidden me to see was Dietrich.
*At least she isn't in her boy form.*