open to: everyone plot(ish): your muse comes around to the church that blair works at all the time, maybe a crush- maybe more (c*tholic guilt)
“you are much too kind,” the nun smiled at the offering of the other, the tray being set down a moment later. they were always so helpful, with everything around the events at the church, and blair would always take notice. notice of things even beyond what she was supposed to see, supposed to think on, as a woman of the cloth. “where ever do you find the time for such things? your spouse must miss you all the time.









