#fandensflytrap

Darius assisted the elder cantors with transferring valuable religious items within ones cars trunk, solely they could display the very items in a different church with better security. While robberies within his own church were uncommon and the community could rely on storing items within their dungeons -- the head bishop has raised concerns for the safety of the items and ordered a different location of storing. Few youths who come from youth teachings raised their worry for the church now lacking in their power to rid of demonic entities -- To which the priest himself reassured the young individuals, that demons are not of their worries in this day and age. Sealing his statement with the sole reminder that he himself, has association with ‘demons ‘ -- Implying that they had little interest in innocent people, only In those that are foul within their soul are under the watch of evil. With such reassurance, he took no second to return to the building itself and observe the current status, situation within the place. Considering It was the afternoon and he has performed a session in the very morning, there were few hours he could occupy with paperwork before finishing his shift entirely. The true riches of the sacred grounds were something else rather than the golden encrusted talisman crosses or relics of some Christian association -- but rather, the colorful stained glass that were placed as an alternative to simple, plain windows. The panels depicted variations of events referenced from the bible -- Beginning with the birth of Christ, life events that benefited the poor of Nazareth, unnatural phenomenons and even up until the well-known event of Crucifixion of Christ. It was not often he would find people that would view the art of colored glass in great detail aside from taking few pictures, seems although like there was a particular individual standing by and inspecting them fully. His attention was caught by their appearance -- A fitted pale pink suit occupying their large frame, with the individual himself finding his arms crossed. Quite tall for what he noticed when coming close to the very same panel the person stood by. His first assumption that he was a pastor from a chapel rumored with a likeness towards bright attire, but he considered to see for himself to not cause immediate confusion. “ ... Good afternoon.” He would say once approaching the other and standing besides within a small distance, clasping his hands behind his back. Following with a slight nod as a gesture of a greeting. “It’s not often I note people enjoying the view with such great curiosity, It’s appreciated.” Darius would say, with a small smile arising with confirmed he was genuinely delighted with an intrigued passerby. “Does the design of the panels themselves pique your interest? Perhaps the events themselves displayed here caught your attention? I would be glad to explain particular events shown here, In case you are unfamiliar with the religion itself and the importance of these events.” The priest would be silent after those few given questions, for he was slightly intimidated by the stance of the other man. He wasn’t truly certain they were interested in a conversation, but hoped that they would politely refuse, had It been the case that It was just a mere scenery appreciation.

She doesn’t feel too strongly about religion in general. It’s all stories and mythology to her. Which. In her world means it’s probably at least partially true. It’s interesting to read and think about anyway, even if she doesn’t necessarily have much of a religious belief in it. If that makes sense?))

I’m really glad I’ve met you because honestly, by now I consider you one of my closest friends and I am really happy to do so. You are a great person, Term, I can say that with certainty. You are kind and sweet and supportive and funny, and really talented too! So take all that love and keep it, I have more where it came from. <3

COMMISSIONS

   “i don’t mean to offend you, but what is it like, being blind? i’m a bit curious, i guess... you don’t have to answer, of course.”

((They’ve barely spoken, sure, but he likes them! Or at least he has positive feelings towards them lol. Tyken’s been nothing but polite, kind, and friendly so far, and he appreciates that. Goro would love to have a chance to talk to them more! Maybe they could talk about their shared love of birds lol))

While she’s been stung by certain other demons and demon-adjacent entities lately, she’s glad to meet courtesy with courtesy. A fine devil, indeed!))

🎎- They find a long lost possession of theirs. It’s been a few years ever since he saw his first Venetian bird mask that he used in his first solo mission, In an event that happened to be a Venetian themed ballroom event. He recalls the time he danced with lovely strangers -- Few men offering their hand to accompany Olivier in a dance, with them growing curious of this mysterious dancer that was able to follow their movement in such precision. One guest even politely asking to safely adjust his mask to his face, as the tie behind his hand began to loosen up overtime. Olivier found himself hugging the long-nosed mask to his chest, finding the memories brought from this mask comforting, as It was one of the first events he participated in the year after facing far too many tragedies. One day, he might come to a Venetian themed event again and be one of the male dancers asking the women for a dance. 😇- They are given praise. His immediate response to praise is to smile bright, with dimples clearly notable in his cheeks. Olivier tends to lower his head ever so slightly and raise his shoulders, while clasping his hands together behind his back. The reaction stems from being pet on his head by one of the elder members of the group, who would typically pet his head or pull him into an embrace suddenly by putting their hands by the back of his head.