@sanctuhs said, ‘ he who does god’s will is going to live forever. ’
THE WAGES OF SIN IS DEATH. it’s a nice promise. it’s the kind of threat his father belted when he could still preach in their backwater church, the flames of hell licking at his heels upon the podium. it’s what the brass told them in the corps — sign the contract, do god’s will, live forever in the shadow of the flag. so they made their deals with god. they made their deals with the devil.
hounds, angels / both were messengers. both found him, eventually, traversing the highways and backroads which snaked across truck stop america. michael just so happened to find him here, sitting his sorry ass in a diner, hiding from god again.
michael’s own cup sits neglected, whereas ashley grips his mug of coffee tight in his hands — for at the end of the day, he was mortal, with mortal needs and desires. ( though as time crawls forward, the foundations beneath that truth seem to crumble and fall away to the sea. ) but it’s summer, it’s sunday, and ashley’s temples throb with the consequences of last night’s actions. there are more pressing matters at hand than the consequences of his so-called holy work, a lifetime removed. ‘ sounds like hell. ’
