#st:start

[theodxrepark]

there’s a certain eerie feeling to catholic imagery that’s never sat quite right with theodore. the crosses, the biblical mural, the perfectly symmetrical pews - instead of bringing him hope for retribution, it sends a chill through him, a horrifying announcement that his days are numbered and he’s probably fucking them up. it reminds him that god’s always watching, and theo’s never been a fan of speaking in front of audiences. 

he leans casually against a pillar now, or rather as casually as theodore and his ‘i’m a walking advertisement for xanax’ demeanor can muster. he’s reminded of how much he can’t stand all these christian themes with every moment that goes on in this church, and at the moment it takes shape in the form of a staring contest he’s engaged in with the tortured christ statue at the front of the church. it’s irrational, but it feels like jesus is looking straight at him, judging him - all the sins theo has committed, all the sins he’s yet to commit. he only snaps out of it when he feels a presence next to him, and he turns to be met with a familiar face. “oh, hey,” he greets, still distracted by jesus. theo catches them staring at his outfit and he sighs, figures it’s going to be the first time of many that he explains it. “right, so. the brown pants are dirt, the orange sweater is the pumpkin, the green bucket hat is the stem. and then this,” he points to the black symbol taped onto his sweater, “is pi. so i’m like, pumpkin pi. it’s stupid, but i was pressed for time.” he fixates his gaze back to jesus at the front, glaring suspiciously. “i swear to god, i think his eyes have moved. he’s not supposed to come back a second time, right? there’s only one resurrection?” he shakes it off, fixates back on his conversation partner. “i think i need a drink.”

[fideleluc]

it hadn’t been a total disaster was probably the nicest thing luc could say about last night’s proceedings, but if he was honest, the fact he could say it at all felt like something of a miracle in itself. sure, for all his running about, avoiding conversations in favour of making sure the confessional stayed locked and the holy water remained covered, he hadn’t been able to stop a fair bit of trashing and the tiniest amount of breakages he’d have to bring up compensation for at the next club meeting for, but on the whole, things had gone a lot better than his worst fears had had him worry. the fact the cathedral was still standing didn’t mean they could just call it a day, however, or at least, he couldn’t call it a day - there was still a of a hell of a cleanup left to be done before he’d be happy handing back the keys to the campus minister, and given how difficult it had been to get the venue in the first place, luc was willing to throw away his whole morning if it meant the place could get back to how it had been before the chastity club came along.

he’d been too distracted trying to dislodge a folded paper cup from where it was wedged in one of the pew’s bookracks to hear the doors open, but once footsteps began to echo through the nearly-empty chapel, he quickly turned his head to get a look at who it was, eyebrows raised as his expression turned to one that paused on the fine line between curiosity and utter surprise. “oh, hey!” he called out, flashing them a quick smile before momentarily glancing back down as he gave a final, ultimately successful pull to the cup. “sorry, i didn’t expect anyone else to here - thought everyone would want to rest after…” he indicated towards the barely-tackled-mess of the church with the binbag in his other hand before tossing the cup into it, “…you know.”