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[curtaincnller-blog]

@bishopmaxwell 

It was not his job to punish sinners, he was of Grigori, hence he observes, and here he is in another holy place, observing everything that has happened so far inside church. His wings hidden inside this fake human body as he observes everything at once. 

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He was a bit distracted by the glass windows to see the other approaching though. Such a lovely design, he wonders who the artist is....

[mcuntainbcrn]

The Question

@bishopmaxwell

She made her way down the hall, bare feet padding silently over the marble floors as she gave light nods of acknowledgement to the holy men and women as they passed, noting the way their eyes warmed at the sight of the newborn cradled in her arms.

She supposed these were unfamiliar with her circumstances, unaffiliated with those so determined to remove Fioré from her custody, so her expression remained placid rather than the poisonous mask she donned in the presence of those determine to separate them.

It wasn’t long before she arrived at her destination, knowing there was only one of two ways this meeting would go, and took a long breath, exhaling slowly before reaching out to rap lightly on the wooden door with her knuckles.

[mcuntainbcrn]

//explaining a situation when you aren’t entirely clear of how it came to be yourself can be incredibly difficult drawn from the inspiration taken from an upcoming thread with @bishopmaxwell

[mcuntainbcrn]

@bishopmaxwell These were the moments she cherished most, the twilight in the early morning, dew glittering on the grass and plants in the low light of the rising sun and the stillness that accompanied it; those who dwelled within the walls of The Vatican were sleeping now, leaving the air still and soft with the absence of sound. Her bare feet padded silently over the ground, feeling an odd sense of peace, having half a mind to rouse Father Anderson to enjoy the energy of the dimming evening, but thought better of it - he would be up soon enough to lead morning mass; he needed his rest. She hummed softly to herself as she moved toward the fountain, taking a seat on its edge, allowing her toes to graze the water's surface, lengthy hair spilling over her shoulders as she looked over the plants briefly before allowing her eyes to slide shut, focusing on the flickers of life she could feel coursing through the flora and fauna living within the boundaries of the holy lands, before feeling...something else; something too large to be a tree or bird. Her golden, mismatched eyes opened slowly, glowing in the low light of the coming dawn in the direction of the energy with a sense of disappointment...a human...of course.

[mcuntainbcrn]

@bishopmaxwell

It had been some time since she’d gotten a moment to herself, where she wasn’t under the watchful eye of Paladin Anderson, or shuffled off to be looked after by the MMO and was left truly alone with her thoughts and she had been quick to take advantage, making a quick retreat to the gardens, moving deep into the trees to a small hidden glen to sit beside a small, babbling brook, letting her feet skim its surface as she listened - taking in the sounds of the forest around her, interrupted only by the approach of very human footsteps., ones she recognized and led her to glance over her shoulder.

“...were you following me, Enrico?”

[warwxlf]

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[albinoboxghost]

“I need a cigarette”

Winter paused, blinking for a moment before turning to look at Maxwell. She squinted at him, her disapproval soaking into her gaze as her cheeks puffed slightly in a pout. “Daddy, smoking is bad.” 

[albinoboxghost]

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