#|| caerwyn

[vegaprose]

open | caerwyn

                          ❛ —who the Son sets free, oh is free indeed, I’m a child of God, yes I am.. in my Father’s house, there’s a place for me.. I’m a child of God, yes I am.. ❜ the words fell in a hushed tone from his lips as he walked between the pews, despite the emptiness this morning. Blessing every inch of the chapel was of most importance to him as it cleansed the air and energy within - to begin anew each day with warm welcomes and greetings to any whom entered full of loss and longing, seeking hope and comfort in a place they could feel safe and protected from the pains of the world around them. Those whom faced challenges big and small, often found their steps had led them to his temple, a guiding light through every storm. He was not catering to religion; but a spiritually driven path infected everyone who came into contact with him, or with whom he chose to converse, and all appreciated the rush of peace they found henceforth.

[lebratprincess]

Born in a small town located in the vale of Glamorgan, the young boy followed briefly in his fathers footsteps as a carpenter, before moving on to become an officiant at their local chapel. Soon finding that he wished to expand his horizons just a little, he moved further across the country, settling himself into a cathedral, where he became highly favoured within the community. By default, he is a very considerate and generous individual whom dedicates an awful lot of his free time toward aiding those less fortunate than himself, often times forming relations with others through his career path and molding bonds stronger than oak. Others turn to him in their time of need and without any ounce of hesitation, he sets aside his own plans to offer a listening ear. Ever the people pleaser, as he has been informed of many a time. [  CAERWYN  ]

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