#monsignr

[godunlap]

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴. a frequent sentiment of her ashamed mind, it rings louder at her within these sacred walls. like deft fingers aimed to coax a confession, words spoken at the altar always pushing her to spill her guts. but then, what would she even say? FOR I AM SOMETHING TO BE FEARED. a crime against nature — where [ memories, consciousness, free will ] they're all up for grabs. ⋮ @MONSIGNR.

not to be understood or pitied, but suppressed. sometimes controlled. this, the plight of those cursed with abilities. ( Q ). how does one fit themselves into a world within which they fundamentally do not belong? ( A ). uncomfortably. unnaturally. / SO PEOPLE AVERT THEIR EYES, cross the street, & resentment builds. ❝ s-sorry i must have gotten distracted. ❞ looking up from her lap to find empty pews, inquiring eyes. the place had cleared out. ❝ i was just leaving (...) ❞ there's solace to be found elsewhere.

[inqry]

ㅤ❝ 𝙞𝙛 𝙞'𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩 . . . ❞ thus begins a confession, they sit on a ferry ― side by side. this was meant to be a vacation, an escape to a quaint island somewhere far AWAY from home. never had he imagined he'd find a priest of all things [ . . . ] although, that seems to be something WHISPERED about on the journey. something about a church with a decaying soul amongst it's walls.

❝ i'm not the religious type . . . it's quite FUNNY, seeing as the talk seems to be about the island's very own monsignor. i assume you're accompanying him, then, 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛? ❞

↳ starter for @monsignr ! sc.

[presskey]

ㅤ𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭 on hallowed ground : let alone find himself seated in a church. no, it was not like him, was it? a small island drew his curiosity, it seemed peaceful. a needed break, [ a needed hideaway from authorities. ] a place where recognition would never occur. he admired the sound of footsteps, how they bounce off the walls ― catching up on the ceiling like cobwebs. eyes fixed forward soon tear from their place at the podium, dragging to the priest. now there's an outfit. no, he hadn't been listening, nor had he entirely cared.

❝ i'll be on my way, shortly. ❞ words attempting to reassure of a cleared space. he had come here to blend in, easily catching onto the state of the island the second his foot hit the dirt. talks of miracles & divinity are not hard to come by, what better time to see what all the fuss was about? ❝ you are the new priest, yes? i heard about you on the ferry ride. i used to come here all the time, so i thought i'd pay another visit. ❞ what better way to run from past sins than 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝?

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