@pyous​.
 ‹‹  father pucci ... is it ? ››  his lips curl, kin to the devil’s own smile — as to indicate that deceitful inoffensiveness that lured anyone in / a part of the human nature ; to trust blindly even if the own snake of lucifer was crawling around their neck.  Â
 the man stands in the corner of the entrance to the small chapel, staring towards the visitor. one that made himself present in a surprise ; he just recieved a message that the other would be arriving a few mintues ago. how unconvenient.  —  dionigi hated unannounced visits ; but protocol was protocol & the house of god was open always to anyone who walked the righteous path & bla bla bla.         it’s not like he had other choice, really ; to allow a foreigner into his own domain ? the only safe haven he could ever have ? to occupy the same place as his secrets ?  oh. how he would love to make the other disappear.
 but to be realist, the other cleric would indeed bring some minor issues  — but only minor. nothing he couldn’t get rid off.  so queue his arms extending, as a solemn welcome. the face of fake gratitude towards the other ; almost as if he enjoyed the other’s presence !    ‹‹  to what i owe the pleasure ?  ›› Â
