father paul

The crisp, autumn air reminds Pelle that a NEW season of life is fast approaching. The leaves are changing colours, the sun is setting earlier, and it’ll only grow colder. The temperature hardly effects the new-found FEVER that is taking the fishing village by storm. Miracles like he has never seen! The gods of his homeland hardly reveal themselves like this christian god does on Crockett Island. No elaborate sacrifices are made to appease…merely FAITH is all that’s required. Such a radical notion shook the brunette to his core. 

It would be FOOLISH not to dedicate his very soul to the cause. He believes in the goodness that is preached at the catholic church. He’s consumed the bread, the wine, and the intoxicating message of being a part of the trusted CHOSEN. The beacon of hope for humanity shines brightly in the one who cannot show himself to the sun. In his stead, Pelle desires be his mouthpiece for anyone willing to listen and believe.

❝Monsignor? It’s me. I’m coming in.❞

The grad student announces his presence before stepping into the residency. He closes the door behind him quickly to not allow any sunlight to enter. Out of habit, his eyes flicker to the windows to make sure the blinds are shut TIGHT. When his surroundings appear safe enough for the other, that’s when he waltzes forward towards where the Father sits. A smile graces his lips along with a wave to greet the older man. With pleasantries out of the way, Pelle continues on with the reason as to why he’s stopped by.

AT   THIS   POINT   IN   TIME,   monsignor   john   pruitt   truly   believes   he   is   bringing   about   God's   miracles.                  what   else   could   they   be   ?                  he's   read   the   scripture   thousands   of   times,   he   can   recite   the   words   in   english,   in   latin            ―            the   angel   said   to   them,            "   be   not   afraid,   for   i   bring   you   great   news   that   will   cause   great   joy   for   all   of   the   people.   "            why   else   would   the   angel   agreed   to   come   with   him,   to   be   stowed   away   and   brought   back   home            ―            it   had   to   be   an   angel   of   God.

"   for   my   flesh   is   real   food   and   my   blood   is   real   drink.                  whoever   eats   my   flesh   and   drinks   my   blood   remains   in   me,   and   i   in   them            ―            whoever   feeds   on   this   bread   will   live   forever.   "                  this   scripture   is   quite   the   literal   interpretation,   and   perhaps   john   never   imagined   God   would   show   himself   to   him   in   such   a   precise   manner,   but   without   question            ―            it   had   to   be   God.

and   yet,   there   had   always   been   an   underlying   motive.               perhaps   he   would   have   come   back   with   this   angel,   back   to   this   island,   regardless,   but            ―            he   came   back   here   for   millie.               for   sarah.               his   family.               God   was   giving   john   this   opportunity   for   a   second   chance   with   his   family,   or   at   least   this   is   what   john   tells   himself.               every   night,   he   convinces   himself            ―            even   as   he   sucked   the   blood   from   joe's   open   skull,   HE   CONVINCED   HIMSELF.

the   knock   at   his   door   pulls   him   from   his   own   troubled   thoughts         /         thoughts   of   anxiety,   of   fear.               he   is   afraid   this   is   all   going   so   far   over   his   head,   and   that   he   could   easily   lose   control   of   the   entire   situation.               he’s   in   too   deep   now,   though,   and   millie   is   just   within   his   grasp.               he   just   needs   more   time.               as   pelle   enters,   john   notices   the   care   he   takes   to   make   sure   the   sunlight   doesn’t   follow   him   in   too   far,   keeping   the   monsignor   safe.               even   sturge   and   wade   have   been   giving   up   their   blood   to   sustain   john   from   the   severe   hunger   pains   he   suffers   from   nightly.               the   monsignor   isn’t   sure   if   he   would   be   able   to   stomach   any   of   this   if   he   didn’t   have   these   loyal   people   at   his   side         ―         even   bev,   as   insufferable   as   she   can   be.            she’s   loyal         /         for   the   time   being.

𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎   ,   𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴 . (  a collection of roleplay prompts for when one muse is feeling vulnerable , or is in need of some loving ! prompts may be edited or changed to fit muses as required . ‘ my ’ muse refers to the receiver’s muse . add ‘ reverse ’ for the opposite . )