#ccnfessional

[soulmissed]

@ccnfessional: you get to be guarded now. you get to feel safe.

memes, accepting

august recalls a verse from the book of psalms. (the lord will keep you from all harm. he will watch over your life. the lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.)

his copper eyes drift toward stained glass window. rays of light streak yellow into church pew like arms. the boy thinks about that precious, holy sunlight embracing him, guarding him.

he weeps and hides his face within his little hands.

“ i know, father, i know. ‘m tired. ”

[soulmissed]

@ccnfessional: “ i’m not going anywhere. ”

memes, accepting

father joe advised they drop into the eatery. we’ll warm up with hot chocolate. august couldn’t say no. the joint chugs along like a dawdling train. sleepy-eyed waitresses writing orders. customer with his cap brim yanked over his eyes. his buddy stealthily forks hash browns off his plate.

august holds his cocoa. (nearly gone save for dollop of white froth at mug bottom.) his gaze snaps to the priest. “ father, ” shy, apologetic. “ ain’t you got more important stuff to do? feels like i’m takin’ away your time. ”

and father joe answers, heartily conclusive, ‘i’m not going anywhere.’

[kxllerblond]

❛ the choice to live an ordinary life is no longer an option for me. ❜ <:' ) from a, one (1) tired lil guy @ccnfessional

He pauses the action of lifting his mug to his lips. It was all a very sudden admission. But, Clark supposes, most heavy burdens end up falling from someone's shoulders like that-—suddenly and at strange times.

He sets the mug down and laces his hands together, looks onto the holy man with a neutral but hardly cold gaze. ❝ If that is what you had wanted, I am sorry for your loss. But, you can make due with the life you have now. ❞ having to adapt wasn't a kind process, but it was doable. Humans at least had that going for them, the ability to adapt if need be.

❝ I can help if need be. Whatever it is you may need, I'm sure I can get a hold of it. ❞

[kxllerblond]

@ccnfessional ASKED: "sorry .  didn’t mean to make you feel weird ."

He craved something to occupy his hands, a warm mug to hold and focus on. Something to just...distract from how painfully awkward this all was. ❝ It's fine, really. ❞ he insisted, picked at the cuff of one of my sleeves.

❝ I put myself in this situation, if you'll recall. I knew you were a priest all along and I still pursued the interactions. You were going to find out about me eventually. I knew that as well. ❞ he shrugs.

 ❝ I made the bed and I'll sleep in it. No need for you to feel inclined to apologize. Besides, nothing has changed. We just...we're just aware of each other's occupations now is all. ❞

[hvndredstories]

@ccnfessional || continued from here

If the fight had been two-sided, Nikolai would probably have just stayed out of it. He didn't make a habit of stepping into things that weren't his business, particularly if it was something no one would really benefit from.

But... Yeah, that was a priest. So Nikolai stepped in, because his mother would never forgive him if he didn't, and he didn't like seeing innocent people getting bullied, and. And he was a priest, and honestly didn't look like he'd come out the other side of the scuffle well without assistance.

It was easy to put the main attacker on the ground. And they clearly hadn't been expecting trouble. A fair fight. Nikolai only spared their retreating forms a few moments of surveying—ensuring that they really were running off—with an unimpressed stare before turning his attention to his rescuee.

“Some people do not have manners.”

Nikolai quickly took in the man's appearance—tousled, but not bloody, it seemed—but kept out of arm's reach, a respectful distance away.

He frowned at the thanks. “You do not need to thank me.” But he did nod after a beat in acknowledgement.

“Are you alright?”

[winterfollows]

"😏" from @ccnfessional <3 [initiating wide-eyed sputtering priest GO-- /j]

Send my muse a 😏 to walk in on them touching themselves and I’ll write my muse’s reaction. | not accepting @ccnfessional

"Oh, gods--wait, don't--!" It's too late. He's already breathless; he can't get the words out until after he's heard the old doorknob rattle and by that point the door is already cracked open...none other than Joe peeking in as politely as only he can. In contrast, the scene he's walked in on can only be described as the complete and utter opposite:

Haleir in all his self-debauched glory---nested on his knees atop rumpled covers, oversized sweater pushed up and bunched obscenely over the fullness of his hips. Loose tendrils of snowy hair stick to his cheekbones, a thin sheen of sweat coating him from there to his thighs, still spread wide open and shaking from the exertion. He really is capable of flushing everywhere, it seems, as a new wave of color washes in to join what's already there. "Joe..? What are you--" Bits of frost form, melt, and re-form on his lips in time with his panted breaths even as every hope of climax drains from his body. He almost forgets to remove his fingers, staring wide-eyed. "What are you doing here? I'm SO sorry, this isn't--it's not--" It is. It's exactly what it looks like.

[winterfollows]

“🔥?” @ccnfessional uwu hehehe

Send “🔥?” and my muse will admit whether they find your muse attractive or not. | accepting @ccnfessional "Joe? That Joe? You can't be...you are serious," one of Hal's hands rises to half-cover his rapidly spreading grin. (If you look closer, there's a delicate fang snagged on his plump lower lip--) He props both elbows on the bar, leaning over and in with a conspiratorial stage whisper. "He has to know, right? That he's adorable? There's no way he doesn't know. And yet I doubt he'd speak to me for a week, much less show his face in here if he heard it from me. Best to keep it between us, for now."

[kxllerblond]

🔥? @ccnfessional -- here too because 👁👁 because. Sending it for him since Joe will not ask JDJDJFJDH

SEND “🔥?” AND MY MUSE WILL ADMIT WHETHER THEY FIND YOUR MUSE ATTRACTIVE OR NOT.

He looks somewhat uncomfortable, suspicious even. ❝ I don't feel inclined to tell you anything. ❞ he crosses his arms stubbornly, glances elsewhere. ❝ I'm not sure I'd tell him if he himself asked. ❞

Clark stared off for a few beats before exhaling with a huff. ❝ It'd be a bit cliché for me to say YES, no? The unholy thing finding a man of God attractive in any capacity. ❞ his shoulders bunch, his face scrunches some. ❝ He's...fine. I think I find the dedication attractive more than anything. That stubborn commitment. Lord truly help him if he knew that, though and knew from what such an opinion came from. I don't know if the poor man's heart could take it. ❞

It still wasn't something he looked forward to, for Joe to find out just what sort of company he'd been keeping unknowingly. But, the other shoe had to drop eventually.