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tushanshu_logs2013-09-16 09:00 pm
structuraldefect) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-09-16 09:00 pm
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i'd rather laugh with the sinners
Characters: Kirei Kotomine and YOU (tbd)
Date: 9/15, sunday morning
Location: Kirei's church in the earth district
Situation: They say confession's good for the soul. They've never met Kirei.
Warnings/Rating: Psychological manipulation and loads of Catholic guilt, others tbd.
Fall's the time of year for harvesting. Gathering up the old before it's too late. Being grateful for what you have. And sure, the chill hasn't truly approached yet. But it's near enough, and there's a chill in the air that's got more to do with the seasons than the seating in the church. He sermonizes, longing for a choir or at least an organ but finding neither. His voice would have to do. He speaks at length, in the middle morning hours, about what's owed and renewed. What's old and dying. The fall.
He lacks a proper confessional. Still, he's made due with what he has. A small room, separate from the rest, with a curtain down the middle, separating the sides.
For what good is a fall, without sins to lead someone there?
Date: 9/15, sunday morning
Location: Kirei's church in the earth district
Situation: They say confession's good for the soul. They've never met Kirei.
Warnings/Rating: Psychological manipulation and loads of Catholic guilt, others tbd.
Fall's the time of year for harvesting. Gathering up the old before it's too late. Being grateful for what you have. And sure, the chill hasn't truly approached yet. But it's near enough, and there's a chill in the air that's got more to do with the seasons than the seating in the church. He sermonizes, longing for a choir or at least an organ but finding neither. His voice would have to do. He speaks at length, in the middle morning hours, about what's owed and renewed. What's old and dying. The fall.
He lacks a proper confessional. Still, he's made due with what he has. A small room, separate from the rest, with a curtain down the middle, separating the sides.
For what good is a fall, without sins to lead someone there?