ten_of_swords: (Backlit)
[personal profile] ten_of_swords
Night had just fallen and snow drifts down onto the ground and on the various buildings surrounding him as he walks. Prague was a place of heavy memory for him. He pauses in front of the Týn Church, staring up at the great structure, and sighs. He remembers, vividly, slipping into the church long after night services, when only one priest remained behind. Ruin had gone in, sat in a pew, and waited.

Finally, the priest had seen him.

Ruin remembers how long he had spoken with the man. He had told him of the death of his wife, his hatred for the son who had caused that, all the pain he brought with him wherever he went, and the priest, as Ruin had expected, had begun to speak to him of God's love. Of forgiveness and letting Christ into his heart.

It had annoyed him.

So, he'd destroyed another thing.

He'd taken the young, celibate priest to bed.

Ruin shakes his head and walks up to the doors of the cathedral and lets himself in.

No lock could keep him out.

The tarot card sits in the same pew he had occupied so many, many years ago, and sighs, steel-grey eyes on the crucifix at the front of the church. Perhaps there was a young priest here he could seduce after confession...
Page 1 of 3 << [1] [2] [3] >>

Date: 2006-10-16 03:51 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (golden)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
A few minutes later, a woman enters. She crosses herself, then takes a seat in the pew across the aisle from Ruin. Hands folded in her lap, she bows her head, lips faintly moving in prayer.

"Salve, Regina, Mater misericordiae,
vita, dulcedo, et spes nostra, salve...
"

Date: 2006-10-16 04:13 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (don't cry)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She lifts her head, eyes still firmly fixed on the altar.

"Ad te clamamus, exsules filii Hevae,
ad te suspiramus, gementes et flentes
in hac lacrimarum valle...
"


It's all out of order now, but it doesn't matter. She doesn't care, so long as he'll keep talking.

Date: 2006-10-16 04:30 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (holding hands)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
"Good," she answers, voice tight.

"Because neither do I."

The aisle between them isn't particularly wide; it just looks like forever. She crosses it quickly and sinks onto the bench beside him, left hand clutching for his.

"Not asking you not to run; God knows I probably will some time. Just asking you to come back."

Date: 2006-10-16 04:35 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (my favorite mistake)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
"And I've never been married, so we're even."

She squeezes his hand. "We'll figure it out. We will. Just...need to talk about it, that's all."

Date: 2006-10-16 04:40 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (golden)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She laughs softly.

"Please, all my worldy possessions are guns, knives and a few changes of clothes. Things like..."

Like the biggest thing she can think of. She bites down on her lower lip before continuing.

"...fidelity. You want me to stop...to not be with anybody else, just ask. And I won't."

Cold turkey. Her stomach twists a little in nervousness.

Date: 2006-10-16 04:49 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (the people that we love)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She nods once, the movement vaguely stilted.

"If you want it."

It's not just about the job. It's about the ring on her finger and words like 'cheating' and 'faithless.' It's about (for once) doing what's expected of her. It's about trying to be a good wife.

Date: 2006-10-16 04:52 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (laying lying lie-ing)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She laughs softly, nervous and relieved.

"Nothing traditional about us. I just thought...just wanted to ask, you know?"

She rests her head on his shoulder, breathing in deeply (missed how he smelled, would have slept in his shirts if you'd slept at all).

Date: 2006-10-16 05:01 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (hands)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She smirks faintly, tracing out his hand with her fingertips, pausing now and then to feel out the ring.

"Psht, like that'd ever happen."

She loves; it's who she is. But a love to trump this...that'd be hard to find.

Date: 2006-10-16 05:05 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (laying lying lie-ing)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She shakes her head.

"Nope, Lutheran. Mom was Baptist, but she joined the church after marrying Dad."

She turns her head a little to look at him. "Why, are you?"

Date: 2006-10-16 05:09 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (turn)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She grins.

"Not really."

She doesn't ask what brought him to the church, though. That can wait.

Date: 2006-10-16 05:17 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (le tired)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She nods against his shoulder.

"'S the order, or something," she muses.

The fact that there are lines for you to say, scripted responses with just a few blanks to fill in. The sense of having (read) done your part when it's over (go in peace, serve the Lord; thanks be to God).

Date: 2006-10-16 05:19 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (le tired)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She arches an eyebrow.

"Do you now?"

Date: 2006-10-16 05:22 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (golden)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
"You always do tell me the sweetest stories," she murmurs, tucking her feet up onto the pew.
Page 1 of 3 << [1] [2] [3] >>
Page generated Jun. 14th, 2025 01:10 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios