the  blonde  startles  at  the  sound  of  the  door  opening  , knees  tensing  where  they  rest  on  the  floor  under  his  kneeling  frame.     carlisle  rests  there  before  the  alter  ,  đđđđ đ  đđđđđđđ  đđ  đđđđđđ even  as  he  looks  over  his  shoulder  towards  raf.    a  breath  is  loosed  before  an  easy  grin  curves  his  lips as it's directed towards @ardenseas.    he  sits  back  on  his  heels  ,  shoulders  easing  tension.     â   you  scared  me.    i  thought  you  might  be  father.   â      or  worse  â  but  he  won't  admit  that  he  thinks  the  walls  of  the  church  would  do  little  to  protect  any  of  them  from  those  they  hunt.   â  i'm glad it's you. â











