#aesculpis

❝ - I don’t know where to go, ❞ Edith finally chokes out, her hands falling to her sides. Her fingers twitch and fidget as she looks to the other for - advice? Hope? Something?

                    "Crap. There's no internet...                      Um, do you know where I am?"

"You are not a woman of God. Father tells me you are a pagan whore. I can see why.” 

Thank. I can die happy now.

"H-Hi there, who might you be?"

      "Rule me?"     A mutter of repetition, sight returning to the woman standing     before him. His form leans back on to the chair which held the      brunet's weight with a soft creak attached. Contemplation evident       within those eyes, queries  forcing him to consider those strange      words spoken. In his perception, she's just a nun, never looking further      than what he could see of her for now.       Cranium dipping as he gives a slight shake, smirk grows steadily.      "Everything, sister?" He answered, gaze lifting to meet her own.                 He's sure someone already rules him, anyways.      "You have any proof for that?"