Ulfy (thehuntgoeson) wrote in nomadsrpg, @ 2013-03-09 19:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, lot, priest |
26th December
Who: Lot & Priest
What: Confession
Where: The Church neutral territory
When: 26th December mid afternoon
Status: Complete
It was a well known fact that Lot walked around with a shadow clouding him. In sleep, when he was free to dream, the reminders of all he'd lost were wiped away as the pictures of his life before were played out behind his eyes. For those hours deep in slumber his mind allowed him to go back and experience the joys he once had, it allowed him to see Florence's face once again. It allowed him to visit his family. When he woke he was brought to shattering realisation that it was all just that, a dream, no longer did he have those things. But then just when it looked to prove to much to be constantly faced with disappointment he met Mustang. And like sleep when he was in her arms and they were locked and lost in their passion he forgot all his hardships, nightmares and the regrets he held. Through her he had been able to let go of his past completely and be present only in the now.
As much as he was grateful to her for unknowingly saving him he was also terrified by her. Not because she herself was a little left of sane but because she had touched him and drawn out the darkness. She'd banished the cloud that had stubbornly clung to him in his every waking moment. Like the dream he feared that he would one day wake up and find that he'd been sleeping the entire time and that she didn't exist, that his shadow still trailed over him. He couldn't hinge his peace and happiness on her he had to find a way of doing it himself.
And so Lot had turned to the place that had often comforted his mother during times of turmoil. The Church. Though there was hardly anyone in there any more he found that suited him best as he sat down on the cold hard bench and contemplated how he would begin to explain himself to God. A God he had not ever whole heartedly believed in. Though perhaps it was used to it. Perhaps to him sitting up there it was a regular game to see how many people, whom had previously banished him, had come to turn back to him now. How many non-believers had come begging at his feet for guidance since the pulse? Closing his eyes Lot held his palms together in pray before him and rested his forehead on them.
"Forgive me father," he began, "It has been practically a lifetime since my last confession,"