#cathedral talks

@hellfire-damnation

Sally was finishing up the last couple of things in her place: leaving food behind for Salene, making sure her dishes were washed, and everything was organized as should be (she really was far too restless). 

Giving a final goodbye to her Dalmatian she left her place heading over to the church. 

The redhead has been going over there frequently helping Claude out with the church. She rather enjoyed spending time with the Father even when she never really liked the church itself. It was a feeling that was creeping in now as Sally saw the familiar tall ceilings and catholic architecture of the building. The church, particularly the catholic church, always came with bad memories attached to it.

Exorcism, harsh judgement, staring eyes, isolation.... it was never a place that welcomed Sally. Daniel himself didn’t enter whenever the ginger came to visit Claude, he always left as she entered the front doors. If anything that was bonus about these visits, most ghosts didn’t linger around the church. The soft whispers were hardly there, it was quiet... It allowed her mind to be at ease when often times it couldn’t be even when she was sleeping (or trying to). 

Sally entered the building waving goodbye to Daniel as she stepped in. It was quiet, she could hear the echoes of her own footsteps as she walked down the aisle now spotting Claude. She smiled at him.

   Everyone, gather ‘round — come one, come all — come and witness one of those unusual times where Serra is utterly, entirely, and completely silent. 

   The cathedral is huge — the doors look as though they’re more fit to people fifteen feet high, rather than her — the floor is patterned, golds and reds and oranges shaped in diamonds, some circular accents here and there. There are long pews, and tall candlesticks to light up the dim space. But it is huge. The ceiling stretches so high that it goes dark at its point. Intricate, brassy walls have long archways, and though the building frequently opens to the outside, it stays shadowed because of its sheer size.

   Serra is in shock. Her monastery had been small, but while House Ostia was not lacking at all in size, it paled in comparison to this cathedral. 

   She wanders forward, silently, as if pulled by a line, when she catches someone else, sat at a pew. 

   Long blond hair... soft expression... could it be?

   “Lucius!” 

   Her voice and footsteps echo — she runs to his side, gleeful light shading her expression. She doesn’t jump into his arms, but she wishes to, so great is her joy of seeing him again.