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help-im-a-gay-fish · 1 year

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The Day of the New Faces: X-orcist story.

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Tw for mentions of loss and religion.

Original Dream by jokublog

Original cross by jakei95

X-orcist au by me and @zu-is-here with the Dream's, Demon's and Desires version being mine.

Synopsis: Cross, the new priest in town, meets and talks to one of the locals. Nothing strange about that, is there?

Happy Halloween yall!

This town had a strange air.

It wasn’t easy to describe.

It wasn't anything anyone had said.

It wasn't anything anyone had done.

It was just there.

As Cross had driven into the town a few short days ago, an off feeling had washed over him.

Perhaps, he'd thought, perhaps it was to do with nerves.

Perhaps it was due to the lack of strongly religious people here.

Perhaps it was part of God's plan for him to be here.

Whatever it was, he was here to do a job now, and he was going to do it well.

His first Sunday sermon.

It was a beautiful old church. Gothic architecture was a truly breath-taking sight. High ceilings with broad arches, vast pointed windows which shimmered like a butterfly’s wing, and old wooden pews, handcrafted and bound. However, despite the size, the room was quite empty. Many stands and shelves were free of the artefacts that once decorated the space. Instead, many had been sold or stolen over the years. One thing that still remained though, was an abundance of old books. Everything from old bibles, to manuals on performing rituals, to guides on weddings and exorcisms. Some privet time sat reading these would be in order for sure.

Cross tried not to let the building nerves bother him, as he walked to the stand. His every footstep created a loud echo through the church. This wasn't something new, these buildings were very open to echoes, but as the people drew quiet, he hated how his footsteps were amplified.

It wasn't all that busy here, but he supposed that was only normal for a small town. Around 15 to 20 people were sitting in the pews, men and women of all ages, some with children. All were watching him closely, as he placed his book down and watched back.

It seemed to be a fairly normal group of people.

He swallowed his nerves and cleared his throat.

"Good morning, I'm Cross and I'll be taking the service today"

You could have heard a pin drop.

The crowd hardly seemed to care about his presence. In the past, he'd been given much warmer welcomes. A friendly hello, an introduction even.

Then again, that's not what the job was about. He glanced over to his new coworker, Error again, only to be given a disapproving stare. Could these people tell that Cross had a weird feeling about them? Were they staring at his scar? Would his black robes have been better than the white ones?

Come on now…best to press on.

He'd opened his mouth to speak when the church doors were opened loudly. Another skeleton walked in, with their eyes locked on the ground. Cross couldn't tell if they were male or female, as they kept their head down and a thick yellow scarf was wrapped around their neck.

Whoever they were, they most certainly weren't dressed for church, as they almost looked like they had just crawled out of a gutter. Trouser legs damp from mud, and jacket grass stained across the sides.

Most people turned their heads to the stranger, as the doors shut themselves with a loud thud.

The stranger said nothing and made their way to the back pew and sat down in silence.

The atmosphere in the church felt strangely colder as they did, but Cross shook it off and started with the Sunday sermon.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

For the first one that he had done in the while, the whole thing went all quite well.

Despite his best efforts, Cross couldn't help but be distracted by the mysterious latecomer. Throughout the whole service, they kept their face turned to the ground and seemed to hardly move a muscle. Cross wasn't sure if he was imagining this, but he was almost sure they were as still as a statue.

Even as they said their final prayer and everyone started to filter out, they remained where they were.

"...."

"Error...who is that?" he finally asked, when Error came over to blow out the candles.

She simply rolled her eyes.

"That's Dream, him and his brother have lived in this town since they were kids"

Cross looked back at Dream, who was still sitting still.

"Is... Is he OK, do you think?"

Error glanced over before turning back to the candles.

"Neither of those twins was ok... Anomalies both of them"

"Right...." Cross replied, not really putting much stock in the words.

If there was one thing he'd learnt about Error, is that she was quite judgy about the members of the community, dubbing anyone who didn't meet her standards as an 'anomaly' who god should erase. He'd met many like her in the different churches he'd worked in, each more hypocritical than the last.

"I mean... He's not looking great..." He said, still watching as Dream sat stiffly.

Error gave a loud and audible sigh.

"He's been off ever since his brother passed away, but frankly I say good riddance…".

Cross closed his bible.

"Error that's awful of you".

The irritated woman didn't seem to care and finished putting out the candles.

"I'm just saying...."

"He and his brother were a little too close... If you know what I mean".

And with that, she walked into the back.

Cross, however, didn't follow. He just looked back at Dream. He was sure that Error must have been exaggerating that. What she was implying sounded like a childish rumour to him.

Whenever siblings were close people considered it weird, and made jokes.

Cross didn't have a great relationship with his family, but he could still imagine how devastating it might be to lose a twin brother.

From the state he was in, Cross figured that his brother's death must have been recent and he was clearly struggling with it. Loss in any form was a hard thing to deal with. Cross had been there.

The pain never truly goes away, it just becomes one you can live with.

"......"

Carefully, he decided to approach him, to maybe offer some support in this difficult time. It was kind of his job after all.

As he got closer, Dream still hardly moved.

"...."

He stood next to the pew for a few moments, waiting for Dream to acknowledge him in any way. When he didn't, Cross cleared his throat.

"Uh... Hi... How's it going there?" He said.

Dream turned his head to look at Cross and as he did, it became clear how much of a bad state he was in. His face was shadowed and seemed sunken, even for a skeleton. His clothes were even more thread-bear up close, and his mouth seemed to almost have a black stain around it as if he hadn't brushed his teeth in a long time.

But the most memorable thing about his appearance was his eyes. They were a bright and piercing yellow, almost like a vicious snake would have.

"Well... Hello, Mr Priest" he said before tilting his head to the side, causing his neck to crack slightly.

"How may I help you?"

Dream's voice was strange, it sounded polite, but horse and strained, and his movements were jagged and uncanny, he wasn't sure why but they just felt off.

Dream must have been tired, something that the bags under his eyes confirmed. That must have been it, a lack of sleep does a lot to the body.

"Uh... I... I just saw you sitting in the back and wanted to make sure you were alright.."

Dream smiled forcefully sweet and a laugh left his mouth.

"Oh yes... My brother and I always used to sit at the back".

Oh…ouch…poor guy.

Cross gave him a look of sympathy. Everything about this man was a little odd, but grief was a tricky thing, it only made sense that he was acting strange.

"Yeah…I heard about him," Cross said in a softened tone, sitting next to him.

"I'm truly sorry for your loss, what happened?"

"Hit by a car". The yellow-eyed skeleton said in a distant voice. "We'd fought that night and then the car…."

He flinched.

He twitched.

"No more brother, just me"

"In the dark".

Cross nodded, taking in every word. Despite the feeling of tension he got from being near him, that didn't mean that he couldn't try and understand….in some way.

"That sounds horrible, I can understand why it would be hard."

Twitch.

"Your concern is just lovely Mr Priest." Replied Dream slowly, emphasising every word.

"Everything is fine with me, we are just getting on with things"

The skeleton got to his feet slowly and fixed his scarf higher.

"No need to dwell"

He took a few steps away from Cross, approaching the door.

"Because you know…..the dead never truly leave us... " The smile that Dream hit him with sent a chill up his spine, the bright eyes locked with his. A part of him wondered if this was what it was like to lock eyes with a gorgon and feel yourself freeze.

"We'll be seeing each other again I'm sure!" Dream said, chippering his voice:

"It's always nice to make new friends!".

With that, just as he'd arrived he slipped out of the church doors, letting them close with a thud.

This town still had a strange vibe….

This room felt strangely off now…

Cross was left with an odd feeling of raising bile in his throat. He cleared it and walked to the window. Dream was still standing outside, his head turned to the right, eyes locked on the graveyard.

"......"

Cross turned away. It felt wrong to watch a person in such extreme grief.

Cross only hoped he'd be able to help him overcome it.

Glancing through the window once more, he shivered.

Dream was gone.

#undertale au #my art #undertale multiverse #sansest #sanscest #dark cream #dark xunshine #xunshine #xorcist #dreams demons and desires #priest cross #xorcist cross #x-orcist #halloween #halloween 2022

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fatestricken · 2 years

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❛ I CAN SEE TH’ WAY YA LOOK AT HER , Y’KNOW . nancy . and , like , i’m not mad . i get it , i do . and ... i dunno where i’m even goin’ with this . just ignore me , okay ? ❜

@xorcists ( for steve ! ) // jamie byers st4 sc .

#here have some pain :)#also feel free to expand on this!#xorcists #𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 / jamie.#𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 / jamie.#// st4 spoilers.#st4 spoilers #stranger things 4 spoilers

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sherots-a · 2 years

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@xorcists / ♥︎’d. + Patrick.

It'd been another day at Derry High School,not the best day - but also not the worst,it could’ve gone differently if Greta hadn’t been a total mega bitch and decided to start a fight with her over literally nothing. It was no secret that Greta and her squad had a personal vendetta against Scout Bowers,everybody knew that. To think one would want to even attempt to fuck with either of the Bower’s siblings,was mind blowing to some students and even staff,knowing how unhinged both could be,but Scout still had a little bit of sanity intact though she can’t say the same for her brother. What ended the fight was the principle showing up out of nowhere and giving her a Saturday school instead of giving one to Greta,who now had a broken nose and busted lip.

Scout needed air after that,and with that,she crumbled up the piece of paper and stormed away from the school towards a smoking area she’d go to and other’s who smoked would hang out in,cigarette already between her lips,mumbling about how Greta should be the one in trouble,not her. She finally gets the stupid thing lit after a few flicks of her lighter,and leans her back against the wall,inhaling and exhaling while looking forward - not expecting to see Patrick crawl out of where ever the fuck he’d been before and walking towards her.

She perked up a little,leg being brought down to the pavement where worn out Doc Marten’s she bought herself landed and planted firmly,a smirk daring to spread across her features as she decides to speak up,not really wanting to be out here alone. ❛ Hey,Pat. C’mere and smoke with me. Stole the old man’s smokes when he was passed out drunk last night. ❜She wiggles said pack between her hand,hoping he’d say yes. Ignoring the brief flutter of butterflies whenever she sees him,she adds to that.

❛ You missed a fight today. Great decided to be a bitch and tripped me,so I broke her nose and busted her lip.❜

#xorcists #hope this is okay ! it got kinda long lol.#it ( 2017 ) verse.

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thirdemeritus · 2 years

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@xorcists confessed : ❛ It isn’t whether you do it well or ill, it’s that you do it all. ❜ From Secundo

“—AND I /AM/ DOING IT WELL!”

Papa Emeritus III had been silent for the majority of the conversation...the term lecture seems to fit perfectly, in fact. Call it what it is! Head low over the banister of the terrace, hair lose and free. If Secundo weren’t present, the pose could be mistaken for prayer. As it is, Terzo cannot imagine praying for anything but patience or perhaps for his older brother to FUCK OFF. The outburst had come suddenly, gloved fists slamming against the unforgiving stone that bars him from simply FLINGING himself off the balcony into the welcoming hold of oblivion. Primo would undoubtedly call this whole thing a tantrum and disregard him entirely. Any emotion is a tantrum in this dio abbandonato abbey, no?

His glare is fixed now, fiery and steadfast upon the shadow of a ‘role model’ that looms over him...but there are tears. They swim traitorously in the depths of his eyes. “Who has spread the unholy gospel more than I? Who has welcomed more into the arms of Satan? Who has imposed Sisters’ infernal fucking message upon thousands despite the absolute drivel it is?! Do NOT say yourself, mio fratello. I cannot stand it.”

Silence resumes, steadying nature itself as he turns to look out into the overgrowth of the garden. “The ministry...they despise me...because they are jealous of my success.” Papa hisses, practically spitting his venom.

#xorcists #⸸ ⛧ ANSWERED ⛧ ⸸ ━━ ❝ 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 ! ❞#⸸ ⛧ PAPA EMERITUS II ⛧ ⸸ ━━ ❝ 𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈 . ❞#we getting emotional in this bitch #idk why it just happened oof

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muutos · 2 years

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the fluorescent lights are not a welcomed invasion to her doe eyes, yet - they’re still wide & observant as ever. she hadn’t really thought too much about what her duties would be, when she took on such a role. yet, somehow she hadn’t expected to have fingers curled ‘round the tepid handle of a shopping cart. peering around a store dripping with civilian life, & normalcy. untouched by the diplomacy or structure of the world they live in. adjacent to them, yet somehow on a completely separate plain. veil & habit concealing her for the most part, she’s gotten a few looks. but the cardinal always treats her well. she suspects people have the wrong idea, about cardinal copia. she remembers meeting him, for the first time. the way she’d been taken with him. so many had described him in such a manner that gave her pause, before. a cold, neurotic, & freakish man - perhaps awkward.. she knows because her ears are always open, of course. she’s unseen, unheard.... & ever present... yet, it’s like she’s always been able to see inside of his soul. perhaps it’s her intuition, or the way he looks at her - or the way in which she knows him, just a tad more intimately than the other girls... as they have been given assignments together more frequently than the others, around the abbey. obviously, papa emeritus the third was a charming enough fellow. very boisterous, & handsome. many of the girls were quite smitten. though, the cardinal has a sort of charm of his very own. one that appeals more, to her. she finds him quite endearing, actually. the other sisters have teased her, over it - yet, they’re all appreciative of his treatment. & nobody is put off, when he visits the nunnery.

they’re together again, today. they had finished their shopping, and are walking, together to the car they shared. he’s been quite pleasant, today, as usual. he’s a bit nervous - & she doesn’t quite know why. however, she suspects that it’s because of the environment. of course, this is far from the first errand they’ve run outside of the abbey. however, again, she knows the cardinal doesn’t like to be gawked at. he seems a bit more reserved, than usual, out & about. she can sense it at it’s peak, whilst they load the car. the people are aplenty outside, & she can tell he’s just about had it. however, despite this, he doesn’t snap at her. thankful, for her own anxiety is frayed, like an exposed wire. but, she feels like she might be able to calm down, as they climb inside. they were alone now, after all. him driving, of course. yet, when he slides the key into the ignition, the starter does not budge..

she’s frozen, for a moment - lips parted. big eyes wide, as she looks over, at him. all cheekbones & big, hazel eyes. head turning round her neck, as to not make him feel like she’s staring. like she’s expectant, of him. though she can tell he’s unravelling, from the first rattle of the vehicle. eyes flickering minutely. scared, but most of all - worried. she doesn’t want him to be upset. she’s never wanted that. & he’s becoming red in the face. panicked, as he continues to turn the key. “cardinal?” she coos - & while she doesn’t know what instinct it came from (if not genuine care & concern), she reaches over to his knee & places her palm upon it. reassuringly soft. “cardinal..” she tries, softly, again - chin lowered. big, nurturing eyes reaching for him. “hey - it’s alright. why don’t we take a moment, okay?” she gives him a soft, closed lipped smile. thumb brushing his slacks, as she squeezes gently. proceeding a reassuring nod. he’s working himself up... yet, she’s trying to be delicate. not to shame him, for being overwhelmed. “why don’t you take some deep breaths? you’ll be able to think more clearly.” she tells him. twisting, to be more personable. “i’m right here, okay?” honestly, she’s on autopilot. she’s not sure how he’ll respond, however she trusts him implicitly. somehow, someway. she knows the last thing he’d do is harm her.

@xorcists / / heavily plotted, for cardinal copia

#xorcists #judith andrews 004 * / private ft. xorcists #judith andrews * / in character #UH HI I'M FUCKED ALREADY BYE

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the-anointed-one · 2 years

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STARTER FOR @xorcists ---- THE THIRD.

Three monuments TOWERED over the man—— each adorned with bouquets of black flora, both wilted and newly bloomed, along with gifts of wine and personal… relics from the nunnery. With a degree of bitterness, Copia noted how FITTING it was, being forced to physically look up in addressing his predecessors, even in death. So he didn’t. His eyes remained level with the names carved into gravestone, straying away only to escape what... felt like his priors glaring back at him.

A COMPULSION summoned Copia to these eternal slumbering grounds. He wasn’t entirely sure what divine power coerced him to make this journey. Hell, maybe divinity had little to do with it. The urge to reconcile with souls that had no ear to listen, no mouth to offer forgiveness—— wasn’t that innately HUMAN? … Forgiveness. As if he had done anything wrong. As if he had anything to do with this. As if the overbearing GUILT that filled his lungs and SUFFOCATED him in black smog were somehow founded. Chest heavy, Copia stepped forward and lowered himself to the ground with a huff. He was sitting next to one of the monuments now, muscles relaxed, as if the soil and stone were an old friend he had not seen in a long, long time... Although in this case, friend wasn’t exactly the word he’d use.

❝ Resting well? ❞ With jaded eyes, his head tilted ever so slightly to the stone beside him. Copia was speaking to him now. The one whose reign was cut short, life STOLEN in its prime. The shadow to fill. The Third.

❝ I think you’d be happy to find they have not shut up about you. Well, maybe not so happy, since you’re... you know. ❞ A pause. He didn’t expect anything to come of this, but to speak it aloud---- to speak as if He were here with him now, it was the closest thing he’d ever get to CLOSURE. Make peace with the dead before joining them, right? The morbid thought left Copia’s throat dry, and he felt compelled to face a truth he had refused to acknowledge up until this moment. ❝ ... Not that it matters much to you now, but this... had there been another way, I would not have wanted this for you. ❞

#the -anointed-one #xorcists #( please forgive me... this took way longer than expected. )#( also i'm sorry for the length. i... i got excited. )#( copia. copia hey it's undead time. it's going to be fun don't be scared copia. )

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hazbinxdisaster · 2 years

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ask memes || accepting

@xorcists asked: ❛ I gave you all I had … I did. ❜ From Stolas to Stella

THE ADMISSION MERELY PRODUCED A SNEER from Stella, glaring at her husband with DISGUST. “All you had?! How DARE you. You have done nothing but be a TERRIBLE husband. You are a DISGRACE. A pathetic, weak excuse of a Goetian.”

#( stella || ic )#xorcists

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blitzisms · 2 years

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@xorcists sent some pain from a while ago:

❛ You always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me. ❜ From Verosika

God damn it, why did it have to be her? Didn’t he already say he had enough of her? Why did she keep coming back; just to torment him? He certainly wasn’t having any of it, his body language already telling her to basically fuck off. No eye contact, arms crossed along his chest.

— “ Well, look where that got you. If you already knew that, I don’t know what you expected from me besides that. ”

#xorcists #【⛧IN CHARACTER⛧】#ohohoho some verosika tea #it's been a hot minute since i got into this #feel free to throw yourself at me to plot stuff out if you want #i love him experiencing pain

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ladysuperior · 2 years

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“ Whatever you need, I’m here. ” from Copia

@xorcists

It had been a few days since Lady Superior had come home from the hospital, coming back to the church with stitches a couple inches from her heart, almost losing her life. All Kelsey had wanted while in the hospital was to be home, surrounded by her husband and found family. It was difficult because of visiting hours, so finally after a week or two and able to be home, she was ready.

In her absence, she knew that the church had scrambled to get things done. She also knew how much more pressure that Copia had to take on with his partner gone. She felt horrible despite having no control of being stabbed by Imperator with a dagger. Cardinal Bela said that all hands were on deck.

So now that she was home, settled on the beautiful couch that was in Papa IV's office, nestled in blankets and Copia's vampire cape, it was hard to take his offer.

"You've done so much," Kelsey said quietly, thankful, looking up at him, "I can't imagine how much you've had to do when I was in the hospital. All I need...All I need is your company. No matter big or small. I'll probably need help with basic things but... hopefully soon I'll heal enough that I'll be even stronger than before. I know you've been working your ass off, so..."

Her small hand came out from the softness of the blankets and went to hold Copia's hand, smiling ever so softly, "We'll be okay." As if she wanted to disregard the fact she had almost been murdered.

"Just...just a little setback."

#xorcists #answered asks.

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hiveruled · 2 years

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the haunting of hill house - sentence meme

@xorcists

He wants to be able to argue against that, but they both knew that would be a fruitless effort. The truth of the matter was that all of the Anderson siblings had mental illnesses that were very much rooted in their genealogy from both sides of the family. Perhaps they really were doomed from the first breath they took. Kai doesn’t meet Winter’s eyes, keeping his stare fixated on the cold corpses of both of their parents. Evidence of their parents’ and their own sickness. What normal child would think to do this with their deceased loved ones? Keeping them locked in the same room in the house they died in the house that the children themselves still resided.

“ I’m not just going to rot from the inside out...not doing anything with my life. “ Kai shakes his head, not knowing necessarily what he’s disagreeing with. He finally turns to his sister, dark eyes filled with somberness. “ There has to be more to it. “

#xorcists #ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵈᵃⁿᵍᵉʳᵒᵘˢ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵃ ʰᵘᵐⁱˡⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵐᵃⁿ { ⁱᶜ }#ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ˢᵃᵛᵉᵈ { ᵖʳᵉ⁻ᶜᵘˡᵗ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉˢ}#ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵃᵗᵗᵉ ᵇⁱᵗᶜʰ { qᵘᵉᵘᵉ }#[ -tosses a pre-cult kai to you for Angst- ]

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papalrot · 2 years

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ˊ 👻 @xorcists

❛❛ ʷᵃᵏᵉʸ˒ ʷᵃᵏᵉʸ ˡᶤᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵖʳᶤᶰᶜᵉ ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ you can’t hide from me, i know all your places ! ❜❜ luca grope’s at the door, not at all surprised to find it locked. he shoves the skeleton key into the hole without tact, violently turning it so he could shove the door open in hopes of catching terzo in the act of ---- well, in the act of anything, really. copia stands in the door, peeking his head inside. the tea he has balanced in his left hand spill some.

❛❛ papa ? ❜❜

#xorcists #VERSE II . ‘ hazy shades of death ‘#not copia being giving mom energy #no knocking just fling the door open #look inside like he's investigating #at least he brought a peace offering <3

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thirdemeritus · 2 years

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@xorcists confessed : ❛ I am a forgettable leaf on a tree. ❜ from Cardinal Copia

“That may be true, Cardinale...if it weren’t for your propensity to nag...”

Terzo lounges across a fainting couch, far too small for his taste, limbs hanging this way and that, gazing up. The swirling charm given to the library ceiling this evening twinkles unendingly, stars and comets reflected in his eyes. He had enchanted it, of course, preferring the MOODY atmosphere of the constellations to the dull chipping paint of the abbey. There’s a metaphor to mull over... or not. Anyways, can it truly be considered the Cardinal’s fault? His sullen VIBE...no, Terzo thinks not. He, himself, has certainly set the tone. “As it were, you are impossible to IGNORE.” Saturn appears from the mist, its mighty rings shimmering amongst magentas and chartreuse. Papa Emeritus the third has not looked at the other man in hours it seems...but frankly it had only been minutes. Finally, Terzo turns, one ear against a fluffed pillow cushion as a lock of hair falls, obscuring his vision. He can still see the Cardinal well enough. The man has a tendency to look uncomfortable, no matter where he happens to be. It’s that posture of his. Ramrod straight, never laying down.

“Come now, Copia. Don’t be so miserable...and poetic. One at a time please.” He says languidly, the humor in it still entirely there. “Dramatics are MY ‘thing’, you know.” The teasing continues as Saturn disappears into the clouds. "You know I can’t handle when you surprise me...” On the contrary, Terzo adores it. His eyes hide nothing.

#xorcists #⸸ ⛧ ANSWERED ⛧ ⸸ ━━ ❝ 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 ! ❞#⸸ ⛧ CARDINAL COPIA ⛧ ⸸ ━━ ❝ 𝐂𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! ❞#that was faggy #anyways

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