InsaneJournal

As the days crept closer to the Friday she was supposed to spend looking for gnomes with Much, Mary had grown more and more uninterested in the idea. It wasn't Much, and it wasn't the prospect of gnomes: Much was fun and gnomes seemed fascinating. It was just...

Easter.

It was looming everywhere she looked. Dumb chocolate rabbits and eggs and bright yellow chicks on every shelf. Mary was pretty sacrilegious - especially in the eyes of many of her fellow saints - but fluffy little chickens with HAPPY EASTER! printed across them were too much for her.

And then there were the churches and street corner preachers all desperate to force a pamphlet into Mary's hand to urge her to remember the true meaning of Easter.

One of those sheets of paper she had torn into the smallest pieces possible and tossed them right back into the man's face, her glaring expression daring him to do something about it.

Fucking Easter. Right now she couldn't bare to be with the saints and she couldn't be with the sinners either. There was only one man she wanted to be with, but He was out of her reach.

So, of course, she ended up going to the only other person she knew in the city who would be feeling as bad (or hopefully even shitter) than her right now.

Judas door was unlocked and she walked in, finding him sprawled over the couch. "Leave that unlocked and any murderer could walk right in."