[ @falselord continued from X ]
He never graced his presence here. Nor, did he find that the devout would welcome a soul like his, at least to this faith, at least this creed. He gazes up at the gorgeous menagerie of colors captured in glass, swirled in sunlight, setting in patches along his figure standing there. What a sight it was to those that found peace here. He wonders, silently, if he would stand here long enough he could hear the answers that others seem to glean with blind faith.
Hands ease behind his back, gold iris flicking over to his sudden company, a light, near bitter chuckle courteous to the quiet, “Maybe I am. Maybe I’m silently confessing my sins. You can never tell what one mutters under their breath here.”
“...Pardon my assumptions, but considering that tension in your shoulders this isn’t your favorite place to roam.” A slight tilt to his head, gaze curious by nature. Yuri was quite interesting, and certainly not someone he would deem as the praying type.
“Dare I ask the same question to you? I have several questions for the Goddess myself, but, tragically, she’s not been returning my letters.”












