#sinfalling

  𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐌.

       her  hand  falls  sadly  against  her  thigh  and  she  moves  to  sit  up  ,  swinging  her  legs  off  of  the  side  of  faith’s  bed  ,  a  faint  frown  marring  her  brows  as  faith  turns  her  gaze  away  .  has  she  done  something  ?  one  arm  moves  around  her  own  waist  and  holds  it  ,  thumb  fiddling  with  the  loose  bit  of  skin  on  the  side  of  her  index  finger  .  just  a  hm  but  it  is  filled  with  a  concoction  of  meaning  .  not  all  of  it  good  .  zelda  doesn’t  like  it  .  she  glances  sideways  at  faith  ,  then  down  again  .  now  she  feels  cold  but  maybe  that’s  the  chill  of  the  air  conditioning  .  it’s  never  that  warm  in  these  bunkers  when  the  vents  are  always  pumping  clean  oxygen  into  the  rooms  .  so  she  straightens  her  back  ,  tall  .  cracks  her  neck  as  discomfort  sets  in  .  

Because @sinfalling managed to draw forth the muse for Archangel Karter: 

I’m gonna talk about the relationship between the Archangels ( specifically KARTER ) and Faith.

Faith plays a PARAMOUNT role in the decision & selection of candidates for Archangel Status. Because Archangels are somewhat unique in that the function more autonomously than MOST of the other cult members, and they deal directly with the family, they must be of a special BREED. 

Faith, being the likely to be the BEST judge of character amongst the family, is also the one who tends to be the NOMINATOR for archangel candidacy. 

NOW WE MOVE TO KARTER & FAITH.

It’s a very strange bond the Archangels share with Faith, ESPECIALLY in Karter’s case because, while Faith normally plays her role of ‘siren’ when leading potential archangels into the bliss, Karter was a VERY special case because he’s ALLERGIC to Bliss. It causes violent & very devastating reactions in his body. AS A RESULT Faith had to take SPECIAL care of him when guiding him through the bliss.

In addition to that, Faith being a far more EMOTIONALLY, PERSONALITY, & AMICABLY perceptive person with regard to other people reads a lot more into Karter’s behavior than the average person.

IN A SENSE: She understands him in a very unique way that very few people in the cult OR the resistance do. It didn’t take her very long to figure out the nature of John & Karter’s bond ( which is borderline SYMBIOSIS when you get right down to the nitty gritty ) but what makes her relationship with Karter interesting is that she was one of the very few people who was capable of recognizing a side of Karter that not many people do.

HIS FACADE is calm, cold, & calculating. HE’S A PREDATORY HUNTER. He stalks & kills prey for his ‘master’ much like a GUARD DOG would, but Faith was uniquely capable of recognizing all the ‘scars’ that had CAUSED Karter to ‘rot’ from the inside out. 

She’s VERY COGNIZANT of him and who he is as a man, and in a lot of ways it has a strong effect on SWAYING Karter, especially because of the fact that Karter never viewed Faith as a truly BAD person. He always viewed her as a person FAR MORE compassionate than most in the cult. 

NOW TO BE CLEAR, he wasn’t certain whether that compassion was TRUTHFUL, or if Faith was putting on a show to fill her role, but regardless, that behavior was enough to convince him that she wasn’t exactly LACKING in empathy the way perhaps JOHN & JACOB were in his opinion, and more so FAITH was the first person who recognized that Karter’s devotion to John RAN deeper than simple LOYALTY to a man.

       𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌? One moment the deranged acolytes appointed ANGELS, dressed head to toe in white, were slowly wearing the Chief down. The next moment their gone. Suspended in space, in time as melodic voice sings it’s tune, soothing, comforting it calls out to him.      ( There’s no need to fight this, Patrick. ) Fight it? There’s nothing to fight, no one to fight, not physically, not anymore. “  Am I dead?” rough timbre reverberates as if he’s trapped within a small room, his own voice returning to him a whisper. Lashes kiss cheeks && flutter, mind fuzzy, surroundings a hazy shade of green. He should have read the fine print before taking this job as a replacement for a previous Deputy who had been lost to the Seed’s. 

Foolish man he was, foolish as well as they were for assuming an atheist such as himself could have some kind of advantage over religious extremists. He hasn’t been formerly introduced to the flowers used to create BLISS. He only knows what he’s been told, what’s in the files && on the board at the station. Files he had studied over and over again until his eyes were red and raw from lack of sleep. It’s not like he got much of it anyway. It’s safe to assume this was it. Ironic that Angels would be the ones to finish him off. He did a piss poor job of accomplishing that task on his own. “  The         ...the Garden.” A guttural laugh escapes in the form of mockery. Body slouching forward, buzzing with euphoria. Head spinning     ( This has to be a dream, or I’m dead. This can’t be real it just cant. )

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Adina's leaning against his doorframe. The Henbane's kindest and most rebound priestess. Her crystal blue eyes shimmering. "The Deputy's tearing through the regions. John's gone and I can't... get a hold of Faith or Zelda. That's my job, you know, to keep them safe? God given and I..." She just trails off, holds out this neatly folded paper towards him. It's a note from Faith, if things had gone South.

HIS GRIEF HAS CONSUMED HIM WHOLE. there’s nothing he can do to lighten the heaviness in his chest for nothing can rid him of the devastation at his brother’s loss. oh john. all he had to do was listen. LISTEN AND HEED his words. the baptist was too fixated on trying do what he thought was right, to paul his actions had been the complete opposite. 

the door almost doesn’t get answered, he’s weak and barely coherent. eyes are puffy for he was not built to handle the loss of a brother a SECOND time in this life. when the priestess mentions faith his gaze lifts and the apostle is more alert. “no....” is this ... is this happening again. 

          GOD HAVE MERCY ON THEM ALL. 

far cry 3 sentence starters / accepting!

            “I know... I know you’re not, but the violence... People don’t need to die.” 

faith vc: don't flatter yourself, god doesn't even pay attention to you. uwu

“...heard that was the case with your parents and you, too.”