#judgmentcast

[sanctamater]

SLAM DUNK INTO THE BAPTISMAL FONT

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@judgmentcast . you gross crusty grampa

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14. last kiss

        In Gethsemane, Jesus called out Judas for his treason. He knew not the price that he had been sold for, nor the hour of his betrayal, but he knew. He knew.

        The Last Supper is a modest affair between an old man and the woman he employs for her skills with a gun and keen ear. Bread, cheese, wine, some fruit. Grapes for him - easier to chew. She had chosen an apple. A private joke they shared between themselves.

        He broke the bread. She poured the wine. They did not talk. Conversations during meals were sloppy and uncouth. It was not their way. But they did not need to talk. Between them, in the silence, the tension was thick enough to be cut with a knife.

        Helga stood from her chair once her plate was cleared. She reached into her pocket and pulled a small pouch from it. The bag was tossed between them onto the table.

        Forty pieces paid not by Ciaphas, but by the old man’s own hand.

        “I’m out.” The words held weight. They were final, strong. For the first time, her dependence was broken willingly.

        “You are a fool to do so.” His voice was cold as steel.

        “Then I’m a fool.” She leaned down and placed a red-tinted kiss to the old man’s lips. No affection, no tenderness. It was a gift back of the venom he had infected her with.

        Judas placed a kiss on Jesus’s lips and turned away from the man. She did not look back to see his icy glare impaling her. Instead, she excused herself from the office and closed the door behind her.

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judgmentcast replied to your post:[Help; I should be working on replies and things,...

EYE ZOOMS AT YOU.

[omfg, hi.  You’re amazing and I ADORE your Frollo; I’ll just be over here in my corner with all my feels, watching you from afar.]

[insolentgirl]

@judgmentcast ♥’d this

he’s a man of god, so she knows it should’t, but something about the man has always put her a little off. but she must be POLITE or her parents would be so very disappointed, so she gives him a smile regardless. 

      ❝ how are you today, judge frollo? ❞

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@judgmentcast

                        He was the devil in the form of a man-- Every sin come to life. So long ago had he fallen from grace and sold his soul to the shadows. With such being true, it took little to no effort for him to recognize the damning sins within those around him. And, unfortunately for the man who stood before him, the centuries old Hero could see the inner struggles the other was battling just as clearly as if they had been put on display for the entire world to see. It was a shame that this one was as old as he was-- He would have made a fun sacrifice. Blasphemous sacrilege never failed to be at least somewhat entertaining, after all.

         “You don’t really believe that I’m the religious type,           do you, judge? Why worship a God when you can           become one yourself?”

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Lol I was like ‘okay no reference how do’ and I was like

DEEP CHEEKBONES RIGHT!

AND THAT HAT!

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