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hello naughty children it's sin time
+ Father Walker
Coy was one word to describe it, he supposes. Not the one he’d use personally, but he could see how it applies.
‘So you’re saying I don’t have a chance? At all? Gee, Father…’
‘Not even a little peck?’
The attitude the other was presenting was... Amusing at best. What had he done to deserve such a thing? Absolutely nothing noteworthy as long as the two of them had been bantering, but perhaps before? Chris still found it unlikely.
“Why on God’s Earth would I kiss a stranger? I really do wonder what you must think of me to suggest I’d agree.”
+ Father Walker
Chris shook his head gently. “It’s amusing that you believe you can just waltz in here and sweep me off my feet. What kind of priest do you take me for, child?”
With a casual shrug of the shoulders and blatantly false innocence worn on his face, he looks off to the side.
‘A very handsome one?’
"How coy." Chris says and shifts his weight, keeping his eyes on the smaller man. "I'm afraid my lips are... off limits."
continued | @father-walker
‘Would you mind if I took a closer look?’
Chris shook his head gently. “It’s amusing that you believe you can just waltz in here and sweep me off my feet. What kind of priest do you take me for, child?”
"You have very pretty lips."
The statement is unexpected, but not unwelcome and a small smile graces his features. “My goodness... Thank you.”
It's Sexual Sunday so...
send my muse inappropriate questions
flirt with them anonymously or not
try to make them blush
kiss them at random
send me terrible pickup lines
get my muse hot and bothered
Pretty much this is your excuse to do what you want to my muse and see if you can get away with it. So go crazy!
there was this attractive man doing something... looking for something? outside the church on my way home from the store earlier and i was kinda checkin him out like ‘gee you’re pretty handsome nice suit’ and then he turned completely toward me to wave and i realized he was the pastor and the sin of this blog is beginning to consume me
father-walker;;
His guilt lingered no less than the memory of the act. It was but a flicker in the back of his head, a voice of logic and understanding of morals saying ‘ it’s wrong ‘ and yet he sneered back at it with teeth sharp and feral and a I don’t care. His conscience was empty, and he feared no wrath or punishment for he was all but birthed in Hell itself.
“ I believe this is the fourth time, Father, “ Eddie drawled, clearly not moved by his speech. His wit served him well enough;; enough to have let him come this far with the blood of many staining his hands without so much as an inkling of suspicion from the authorities.
His record was as spotless as his own kitchen tiles; polished to perfection. As perfected as hin grin; wide and viciously charming, tailored to trap and ensnare whomever was at the receiving end of it. It was his deadliest weapon one he wasn’t hesitant to use to get what he wanted.
“ I took some time to consider your words, and I found that since forgiveness is so far from my grasp, and your soul is allegedly the beacon of righteousness, what is one more sin? “
There’s an awkward silence that befalls the situation when Eddie spits his last comment at Chris’ feet. It’s obvious he holds no remorse, that he’s feeding off of whatever sick relationship the two of them have developed here, using his venom and charm to reopen the wound whenever possible, refusing to let it heal. It’s as if the other man gets off by reminding himself of how disgusting the situation really is.
“Perhaps it doesn’t matter to you, but even one more willful sin is far too much of as risk for me.” The eventual response is swift and blunt, leaving no room for debate.
“You need to leave.”
@accept-the-gospel | continued
It’s a strange predicament Chris finds himself in when the other explains his actions. Murdering usually wasn’t part of the Lord’s agenda, one would think, but to be completely fair the bible stated otherwise many times.
“If you really believe God told you to do such a thing, why do you feel the need to confess?”
This was so not asked for, but hnngh, @father-walker’s blog just..I love your muse so much, and your art is perfect.
I should really get some more actual threads going on this blog….
Getting feisty with that lady back there, huh Father?
"Hm..? I don't know what you're talking about."
@father-gluskin ;;
The compliment was certainly appreciated and Chris gave a small bow of his head in acknowledgement.
However, the hint seemed to skip over Chris, he wasn’t used to Eddie directing such suggestion his way, so he opted for the former. “The library is undoubtedly empty with everyone so busy. I doubt we would be bothered there.”
“Of course, let’s go pick out something for us to drink, I have the nice stuff hidden up on top of the fridge in the back,” he admitted with a gentle chuckle.
Father Gluskin led the way as he moved into the kitchen, reaching up on top of the fridge.
“I only have red wines, apologies if you’re a blush or a white wine man,” he shrugged. The bottle was brand new, having bought it a while ago, it was long forgotten up on top of the fridge.
“Care to grab the glasses for me?”
Chris followed Father Gluskin quietly, and when prompted he assured him red wine was quite alright. “I don’t have much of a preference. I’ll take what I can get.” A smile that threatened to edge into a smirk crept onto his lips. Something about having to hide the fact that they were doing such a simple thing made it all the more enjoyable
“Sure.” He says in response to Gluskin’s next question and quickly moves to grab two glasses for them. The warm feeling of wine was sure to soothe any wiry nerves aching in his body, and eagerness puts a pep to his step when he moves to open the door to the hallway toward the library. “Shall we?”
Put in the tags what you think your Muse smells like!
((I’m really curious.))
-when the father gripped her chin, she felt chills at his touch , red lips curled into a smile- I said Id keep it nice Father.-her words slipped off those lips like silk as she moved towards the father, her lips an inch from his- how bout that kiss?
The grip on her jaw grows tighter as Chris pulls back. “You’re a filthy temptress.” His words are harsh, but his smirk remains. “You’re practically begging for just a kiss... How obscene. I’m afraid I must refuse...”
"I was hoping you would bend, but if that's what you'd like..."
"Mm. How original of you."