A regular sinner exits the shop, they're holding a brick... It's been a while since they went to the shop... They never really had a reason any more... They had thousands of bricks, every skin... It never really mattered anymore... Maybe Genesis could help them, everything is just starting to feel pointless... Like it all just spirals downwards to nothing...
//rq I wanna say: I'm sorry but I'm projecting my sort of slow decline of interest with grace with how little I actually use my grace blogs and how much I have in grace without much left I can actually achieve ;w; so feel free to ignore this RP starter if you want :]
[ The air around Sinner seems to grow heavier, a gentle pressure against their shoulders. Not suffocating; no, gentler than that. Like a kind set of hands laid upon their shoulders, holding them steady. Leading their way, never leaving. Always reminding them of Their LOVE. ]
"My love, may I speak with you for a moment?"
[ A blot of inky black forms at the edge of their vision, a familiar eye opening within it and gazing over at them. The eye Itself leans to one side, mimicking an animalistic head tilt of quiet curiosity. ]
"Something weighs upon your shoulders. A burden. Tell Me, what bothers you?"
⚙️ // kinda short, sorry! it's pretty late here :']