✞27 Days since my Last Confession✞

[13th_crusader]

[†]Ezekiel 7:22

My face will I turn also from them, and they will desecrate my treasured place; robbers will enter it and desecrate it.[†]

[☨]The commlink was smacked amidst the thin threads of sheets, to meet the bandaged face of the archbishop, twisted in a disquieted but blind sneer. After a few days of falling in and out of a concussion force-fed to him through a two-ton bible to the face, he stirred in agitation as those last conscious moments replayed in his waking mind and shot him straight out of bed in a flurry of ribbons and tattered blond hair.[☨]

Defilers! M.. MURDERERS! I'll have you hanged on a halter of--

Che!?

[☨]Clawing at his face he realizes he can't see a damn thing, and his horizontal position which was upon something much harder last he recalled, was now a tiny mattress with a familiar horrible squeak.[☨]

Kssh.. You blasted mother-hen, unless my brain-matter was leaking from my ears, I told you not to bring me back here!

[☨]Whether anyone was in the hospital bedroom to hear him was anyone's guess, yet the pounding in his head gave him little reason to care as he mewled melodramatically and fell back over the commlink's lense.[☨]

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[voice]

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[Ahh that voice... the urge to call down wrath upon it is dissipated almost instantly.]

A-

aha...

Surely signorina that is not... I am just on my way to check-out.

[And he's grappling with the ribbons around his eyes, knowing whoever tied them wanted to keep him from ripping them off.]

[voice]

[pacifyinghand.livejournal.com]

Allow me to escort you. It would be a shame if I were to miss you when you're so close by. It's been a while since we've last seen one another...

It seems a shame you've been under the weather both times. [those footsteps continue. the Holy Madonna is persistent.]

[voice]

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

That.. is a true shame.

Even here I cannot seem to see a thing, let alone you Matrona.

[And he gives up on the bandages and figures he's been here enough times that he knows the layout of the hospital like reading braille.]

Yet, oh how I will manage!

[And he's stumbling out of that bed and feeling for the walls.. No that's the window.. which means the door is over there!]

[voice]

[pacifyinghand.livejournal.com]

Perhaps I should sit in with you more often. To guard you from misfortune?

[is there something slightly teasing her tone? it's affectionate, anyway. well-meaning.

...and be careful where you're feeling about, Max. you don't want to feel your way into someone. inappropriately.]

[Action!]

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[And from the smooth surface of the sterile walls, he groped for the door handle, only to grasp onto a knocker that was far too plush to open any doorways.. except...

to..

debauchery.]

Ahi...

[...It was by far the softest thing he had ever touched in his entire life of strict celibacy...]

MAH...MAdre di Dio!

[Maxwell's face bleached from solid alabaster to liquid sangria, and before he thought to lurch away, his overly demure body crumpled and thudded back on the floor.]

[Action!] oh my god what. LMFAO. ; 1/2

[pacifyinghand.livejournal.com]

[.......the madonna... freezes...]

[Action!]

[pacifyinghand.livejournal.com]

[...it's rather good fortune the archbishop cannot see the abrupt flush of her cheeks. a moment's pause as she collects herself... before her brows furrow in concern, and she drops down beside him, gently grasping his forearm and shoulder.]

Archbishop... are you alright?

[Action!] 1/2

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[His hands were shaking like the quakes of Pompeii and tingled till there were numb. Never had the regal man looked so abashed at himself, it was like staring at a sheltered boy who had never seen a girl's doll with it's clothes off.]

...I!

[Action!] I'm late i'm sorry!!

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Perdona mi... Ignoscat mihi Deus! Ignosce mihi, qu-quaeso!

[He apologized profusely and asked God for His mercy as he gave the Sign of the Cross in an attempt to compose himself for his sinful crime.]

[Action!] /shuns forever ;O

[pacifyinghand.livejournal.com]

[once she's ascertained he hasn't further injured himself - and, has a moment to regain her wits after the unexpected... hello, she laughs softly and shakes her head. the motion elicits a soft jingle of bells from her earrings.]

I haven't been so enthusiastically greeted in a long while, Archbishop. Thank you for the warm welcome.

[Action!] ;_; <3?

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[His response was a garbled mess of Latin and Italian fluster, before he staggered to his feet and bent at the waist in a deep bow.]

I.. assure you my thoughts are pure, Matrona.

[So unpure. SO UNPURE.]

I'm afraid I've only ended up bring a misfortune upon myself... I really..

[He wanted to creep towards the door.. or perhaps a way around her.. No escape.. a beautiful Bathsheba was an obstacle he could never hope to thwart.]

Sh-should go pray.