A man of faith and hope

"Andrew was a man of clear insight, logical thought, and firm decision, whose great strength of character consisted in his superb stability." Andrew, or Andy, pleased to meet you. One of Jesus' chosen 12 Disciples and a fisher of men. How can I l you? Oh and if per chance you heard about that time at university, please don't mention it? "He was truly a man of faith and hope" (Semi-oc rp account based on Andrew the Apostle in the context of ALW's 2012/13 JCS arena tour, oc friendly. FC Gareth David-Lloyd, no gifs or pics are mine xx)

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"And just when camp had been so quiet."

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  "I… don’t know if that’s the attitude I’m used to from a priest, Father."

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"You're altogether completely right, my apologies, it's been a very long week. What can I do for you?"

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Criminal Verse!AU : Making a Massive Mistake. Simon and Andrew

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"I see."

He nodded at the mention of the rain, it wasn't the first time he'd had people use his church-Holy ground no less-as some kind of buss shelter. If was almost enough to make him angry but no, no, the church was a place of welcome and shelter for all so if this man wanted to-

-ah. 

But that did make him rather angry. 

It was the kind of thing he had heard before, of course, something he almost expected to hear but it still managed to grate against him in a way nothing else did. 

"Please don't say things like that." 

There, that was almost calm enough even if it did sort of come out from between clenched teeth and okay breathe-breathe. It was like people didn't even realise how much thoughts like that haunted him-of course he hated what had happened under the Church, the things that had been covered up but that wasn't his religion. 

"What's happened in the Church has nothing to do with me, or anyone who can really call themselves a Christian at that. I'm here because I want to serve God, I want to help people." 

Christ, it was like arguing with his parents all over again. 

"Maybe if I hadn't been bought up in a loving Catholic home things would be different but there you are." 

"Now is there anything I can actually do for you or do you just want to criticize my life choices some more?"

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  "Why hello there, darling. Yes, actually, there is. I want you to read my palm, or my aura, or my future or… whatever it is you clergymen do in these God forsaken places.” 

"I’ll introduce myself now, darling, so you know what I’m getting you into. I’m Grace Silverstein, daughter of Isaac Silverstein. The Isaac Silverstein. And yes, he knows I’m here.”

"Now hop to it, I have an important engagement in an hour."

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"Read your..madam this is a church." 

He stood for a moment, genuinely startled by the strange creature-palm readings? He'd heard some idiocy in his life but this took the metaphorical biscuit. Obviously she had to be joking, she had to be. Even the most faithless of person knew what a church was. Yes. Good. She was just attempting humor then and in an effort to be polite he turned the corners of his mouth up into a wary smile.

Oh sweet mother of Christ what had he done to deserve this?

The smile fell almost as soon as it had appeared. Of course that's who she was. Of course. Who else? One day-one day-he would live the simple life he'd envisioned for himself.

"It's.,.a pleasure to meet you Grace, but I'm not quite sure what you want from me."  

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"Please don't tell me you're here for confession." 

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Criminal Verse!AU : Making a Massive Mistake. Simon and Andrew

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  "I’m…here’s good." He replied, not really wanting to venture too much further in to the other man’s territory. Besides, he’d eyed the exits earlier, because you didn’t go in a room without knowing how to get the hell out if it in a hurry, and where he was at that moment was best in terms of escape routes. Besides, you had to be careful with these ones. Give them an inch, and then suddenly you were having tea in the vestuary and they were trying to get their hand down your jeans. Or so people joked, anyway.

He eyeballed the guy; a hell of a lot younger than the ones he was used to, that was for sure. In fact, the whole thing of a priest without even a speck of grey on him was weirdly heretical as it was. Si couldn’t imagine the church were exactly going on a huge recruitment drive - he’d always thought it was maybe something that would peter out when all the old guys died off. Take their dead language and their empty scripture with them, and just leave God scowling down from the heavens and the rest of them crawling around in their own filth and fuck-ups and quit pretending like there was a way of going about it otherwise.

"Nah. Just, uh, you know. Waiting, I guess." He muttered, leaning forward and folding his arms over the pew in front of him. It was still niggling at him though, like a kid with a wobbly tooth as he watched the guy in front of him, who just seemed profoundly unnatural in the vestements. Like a stupid kid playing dress up.

"Just…answer me one thing, yeah?" He pointed at what Andrew wore. "What’s up with…that? I mean, come on. For real?"

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"Wherever your comfortable," he said politely although in truth the man seemed anything but. Andrew didn't miss the way that the other glanced towards the exists 

oh sweet mother Mary he's one of them 

the thought was there before he could even stop it and he pushed it away just as promptly because you couldn't assume anything these days. Maybe the man was just nervous about being in a church. He hoped. 

He could feel the man's gaze on him and tried to smile politely; no doubt it was the age thing again. It was understandable really, at least he could see why they might be shocked. No marriage, no girlfriends, complete celibacy: it didn't exactly sound attractive and yet that was the beauty of it. Being so young he could almost feel his whole life in front of him but knowing that there was something better-something right-that he belonged to Him, well it was comforting.  

"Waiting?" 

Something told Andrew he wasn't exactly waiting for The Call, all concerns however were pushed away in a short, although not unkind, laugh at his question. 

"The vestments? They're meant to ah, set us apart so to speak, make us more holy. Although in truth it's just a uniform more than anything, not the most practical one I grant you but a uniform none the less."

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Criminal Verse!AU : Making a Massive Mistake. Simon and Andrew

Jesus. What was he even doing here?

He glared out from his corner at the pathetic row of pews. It wasn’t the private chapel his family owned, but one of the public ones, barely a decent sized room, where out of the crowds on the street, the faithful few, so few, would file in to pray on Sunday like he used to. Parents and kids and uncles and in-laws and neighbors, all squashed in, rubbing shoulders with the next along on the bench and hearing the reading of the mass, the sounds and shapes of a language long bled out telling the will and mercy of the heavenly Father.

When he was a kid, it used to make him feel special. The fact that he was one of, what, eight there who had actually understood what was being said. That the home-schooled Latin that was such a fucking slog to fidget through actually paid off, telling him what God was actually saying, and not just nodding along like the rest.

It just made his stomach turn to think of it. All those people, just blindly following. Afterall, even if you got what they were reading from the book, what was the point of it all if you didn’t know for sure that the priests were even doing what they said they were? Where was the proof? You gave them the low-down, and you passed them the money, but Simon had seen too many bum deals to just take some guys word for it. There were too many things riding on him keeping his mouth shut to confess properly anymore.

Even the incense sat cloying up the air, the smell oozing out of even the wood of the seats, sweet as rot.

The door creaked, and his head shot up out of his hands. He assumed it was just one of them; the priests.

"It said on the door that it’s free to enter." He called warily, straightening up on the uncomfortable seat.

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It had been a good week so far, at least, it could have been worse. As far as cities went they could have placed him in a, well, quieter one; the kind of place he'd envisioned when being ordained really, a small church, locals, sheep, forgive me father for stole Bett's cake tin, three Hail Mary's and Bob's your uncle. 

Instead they'd decided to send him here where things were certainly more interesting to say the least. At first he'd been disheartened by the lack of people to pew ratio because surely more people had to believe then that? Over time however it had become more of a blessing because the less people to come to the church meant the less confessions and it was in the confessions that the trouble lay. 

As a priest, of course, he couldn't disclose anything anyone told him while confessing, not even the police because to do would mean being kicked out of the Church and that-well that was just about the worse thing that could happen. Even so, he had been tempted from time to time. 

The criminal underworld was not exactly a secret but it was certainly something he wished would stay well away from his own doors.

His sanctuary, if one wanted to make a pun out of it. 

He could hear footsteps in the isle and pushed the thoroughly un-Christian thoughts away, straightened his clothes, and went to greet whoever it was with a fitting smile. 

"Of course, come on in, is there something I can do for you?"

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