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demiroirs replied to your post: My whole body had gone inside her. I went in with...
rob, swirling his wine, asking politely what in the good god damn this is
“This is precisely what happens when the education system praises inability over constructive progression. I literally have heard better noises coming out of a cadaver.” It’s been one of those days.
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Still and quiet, unmoving past the shallow breaths taken in lungs that betrayed being there at all, for his chest does not heave, his eyes do not avert, his whole vision is as still as the picturesque pulchritude fringing appearance in their golden glory. Sitting up high on the apse. Out of view of human quarrels and wonders, desires and grievances [ sitting so wonderfully unmoving, he may just be a statue quite as well ] until the large structure of mortal greed and beauty, would fall into the glimmering darkness of an upcoming night.
He had seen the Pope today. Listened to his sorrows and held no mind to them, still found words of placid comfort and unyielding truth. Of a wisdom far beyond that of any existing spirit’s alike [ only par to his creator’s very own ], before wandering his way in hopes of a far simpler, a far softer kind. So the entity wonders quietly---
---what does one of his favourite ones do? He should invite him sometimes. Should lead him around and have him sit with him, to watch little souls of boundless desires, wandering by again and again in offering their pleads and wishes.
“That verse, my child, was recited wrong.”
So he rises with voice upon the chiming low murmur of a holy book’s verses, that all but tumble and split open, by this or that word’ unknown applications [ to be thrown towards the oddities of language restrictions ]. “Albeit, as it is, I should not chide you for that. Languages of time long lost, I shall not expect them to be fully understood.” || @demiroirs
He had something of a ‘lost boy’, sitting like this, wallowing in whatever hardship may present itself behind those eyes that near shyly would look up at her with a half-question that never became one in the light of a sound of gratitude leaving his lips. She's always just so perceptive towards those around her. Always just so eager to at least offer the smallest piece of 'care', even if in a form as light as 'breakable' as some frail flowers handed to his waiting hands. Reaching out. Cradling them close in a way that seemed so truly forlorn upon this world. "You're welcome~" And that voice that drips from her lips is soft as pliant silk. It would be quaint to know so sure what she was - and yet finding herself wandering undisturbed in broad daylight like it had been her companion and soothing guide in any times.
It would be quaint to know as well, that the holiness felt so surely tingling upon her skin, was also just so easily ignored, so easily relished upon in ways so unexpectedly obscure [ devout, she was as well, like her husband faithfully waited for ]. "Mind if I sit with you~?" || @demiroirs | cont.
How amusing. To be stared at solely for the reason of being here. Here and right now and intruding upon a place of something that appeared quite so holy while himself carried a feel just stark opposite. But it is right from the thought of it. Yet - nullified, nearly - by the silver lined cross worn dutifully around his neck. Ah, how interesting - he hadn’t had the time to engage with one of this kind for quite so long. “Surprised, dear padre~?” // @demiroirs
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roberto will fite satan in the pit
I mean.... I mean but roberto literally has in canon already SO LOL ???
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Official art from twitter!
So neither me nor @demiroirs are feeling too well about tomorrows episode and this is how I’m decidedly coping with all the probabilities...
I’ve been having this screen shot for a long time now on my desktop and every time I forget I have it and click on it, I just. laugh. it’s too meme-able.
What do you mean there’s no library here?
How could you say that about Italy’s love for bread?
What do you mean you want to try cheese on seafood?
Hiraga, while I appreciate your work ethic, I’m not allowing you stay up any later.
What do you mean we’re out of wine?
feel free to add your own tbh
