[He sat alone in the shadow of the His Burden in the oppressive atmosphere of silence, mulling over that which had been done and could never be undone. Pale moonlight bathed bronzed flesh, form doubled forearms to knees with head lowered quietly.
The Priest stirred not a breath until a freshly floral smell drifted in from the stale, apocalyptic air, cautiously peeking up over the edge of the aisle only to be affronted with the sight of . . .]
Ahn angel?!
[ The looming clergyman rose suddenly, the heavy folds of his cassock rustling. Startled, and more than a little taken aback he takes a shuddering inhale, the rustic cord around his neck swinging in motion.]
...Dae ye...Coom' fer Maxwell? Es et reallieh thaet tiem fer 'em? Boot . . . Ah bin prayin' sae hard...D-dae ye....
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Date: 2010-03-04 04:55 am (UTC)The Priest stirred not a breath until a freshly floral smell drifted in from the stale, apocalyptic air, cautiously peeking up over the edge of the aisle only to be affronted with the sight of . . .]
Ahn angel?!
[ The looming clergyman rose suddenly, the heavy folds of his cassock rustling. Startled, and more than a little taken aback he takes a shuddering inhale, the rustic cord around his neck swinging in motion.]
...Dae ye...Coom' fer Maxwell? Es et reallieh thaet tiem fer 'em? Boot . . . Ah bin prayin' sae hard...D-dae ye....