Re: rory/wren : church at night
He felt distracted and misplaced. His thoughts were effervescent viscera, wants and scents, and no logic except for the animal to bind it. Humanity, or a vested interest in maintaining such a thing, would have kept him from entering this church at all. The blasphemy alone was enough to call on angels to reduce him to a pillar of salt and dogmeat, as Rory still chose to believe that there was such a thing as angels. If he could exist, like this, with a heartbeat and an unbreakable body and the kinds of wants that eclipsed all sense in the most wonderfully alive(heart thumping so LOUD in his ears), then Rory figured that there must be angels. Two sides of the coin, right? He'd share God's pocket with them.
Rory wasn't as faithful to the church, not near as fucking as steadfast as he had been in his younger days. Oh, he believed in God and the Devil and the matter of souls, he kind of had to... but it was the smaller details that slipped through the rotten floor for him. All of the messages about peace and love? He hadn't see any evidence of that in his own world, and not in his afterlife either. All he saw for sure was the existence of demons and the suffering that came with them, that proof was boiled up until it got hard crack like sugar. Break your teeth and your faith all the same.
When he stepped up, the bootfalls were real quick, maybe too quick, inhuman, but there he was with humanity's face and such dark brown eyes watching her like a moonbeam to chase through the end and the dark. His love, his life, his purchase, his only bargaining chip. The worst part about being near her was trying to decipher if he wanted her or just her soul. Because Rory had it worked out in his head that if he got enough souls together like a punch card, he might be able to buy his own back. It seemed a particularly devilish scheme, which he was sure the big guy beneath them would approve of.
He sat beside her, let his knees spread and his hands fall into the empty space. "All I want is the taste of you from my hand, and its been weeks." But there was something there on her neck, and Rory's eyes narrowed. No, he thought. But, yes.