A RELIGIOUS MAN IS SOMETHING HE’S NEVER BEEN, but righteousness befalls him —– you are the vessel, no, he was out. EDENS GATE had been a refuge. a wonderment of what the father would think of him. somehow he’s always sucked back into it ; perhaps destiny would come far too soon. a different sanctity, if God cared, he’d be here, if goodness was all around his brother wouldn’t have succumb to ruby’s temptation.
the father expresses to him, that he could change, that he’s not responsible for what others cannot do. he’ll believe it, eventually. just as the gunshot rang out, forced his trigger finger to pull : a cost, they caused it. they’d taunted and hot-headed, a temper he’d been working on since his arrival in hope county. the last pleas of a desperate and broken man. for the burden to lift from his shoulders. a confession in his mind : yes, yes, yes, I am a sinner. FAITH was hard to find, outsiders were looked down upon but he’d worked his way into the ranks. joseph had made him a believer, but perhaps it was just a sense of belonging he sought, for all the mistakes he’s made, welcomed here with open arms ; forgiven every time, every trespass, every sin.
head turns, a melancholy gaze drifts down to his hand within the fathers, already forgiven, it eases some part of him but would he forgive himself : a mantra repeated, ‘ edens gate has saved you, you are saved ‘ he blinks away, castiel’s voice, not him anymore. he should, forgiveness within himself should be found, phrasing, ‘ you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved, ‘ now did he believe everything completely not really, distrust with everything. « he spoke ill of you, » disgraceful, ashamed, « I just got so angry. »
This was not the first time one of his children fought sinners on his behalf. It was pretty common, in fact. His flock was protective of Joseph when there was no need to be. He chose not to listen to the harsh whispers about him, chose to forgive those who spoke down to him because he knew what they didn't. GOD CHOSE HIM and with such power, you must brush away the little things ; especially when it was irrelevant insults hissed his way.
Of course, this was a tactic he was very familiar with. A BROKEN HOME WITH BROKEN BROTHERS. He has dodged and weaved all his life — ENDURED. So, he can't expect his people to learn such a thing so quickly. They were trying, ex-sinners who wanted to be better. He'd brush up on the subject the following Sunday.
ANGER — anger, he is less familiar with. Not completely, of course not, he remembers, vividly, of the times he allowed himself to get so angry at everything that he shook with it. But that sin has been mostly reserved for his brothers. They don't hear the voice, so they are not as at PEACE as Joseph is. When they feel anger, they feel that the only response is to act on it.
Jacob's anger is more subdued, it builds and builds like thunder until he snaps with a harsh bark. SLOW, DEEP, OMINOUS. He has a feral touch to him, has since they were kids and he was swallowing around each hit that he took for Joseph. He took it all — let the anger build and build until the only place the anger could go was out. He knows Jacob doesn't regret setting the fire. And John is the lightning. SUDDEN, BRIGHT, TERRIFYING. He wasn't born so unpredictable. The world he was thrust into shaped him that way. Joseph only wishes he got to him sooner — saved him before he could be corrupted. He was always malleable.
He is unsure of which type of anger Dean leans more towards, but Joseph would prefer to help him move past it before he has to find out. ❛ your anger is understandable, but you can't fight everyone that speaks ill of me. — I wouldn't want you to. ❜ ▬▬▬ he looks upon Dean, an unmoving softness in his eyes. ❛ God would not want you to respond to such anger in this way — not when the consequences could be so dire. You are too important to me and to the Project to die. ❜
blakekathryn
pixelskylines
theartofmadeline
vaporwave
gummygunk
gamechangershow
romaincrisis
