rory/wren : church at night
There was an electric moon in the streetlight, and he spit the filter of a cigarette into such a holy gutter. Spitshine shoes to stamp it out, when other nights he might have left the thing to burn on and hopefully burn down all the secret beauty of the world, gardens and sprites and warm whiskey. But tonight wasn't destruction. It wasn't beauty either, but just more of the mystic inbetween that had become his everyday in Repose.
He was wearing black and white, like he always did. Ill begotten ink and bleached bone. The cuffs were unbuttoned, rolled partway up the arm where he had scars enough for a more human life, a life long gone. His shoes were shiny, like his hair, which was still shower damp and thoroughly gelled. He wasn't drunk, but he never was, and the afterlife was a sick fucking joke because of it. Like pedaling to nowhere, he kept trying, but nothing came of it. He smelled like it though, lush sweet sweated through the pores. He smelled like a bender or a strip club, and it wasn't anything holy when he walked up to the doors of the church.
Outside, and he shifted weight from one foot to the other. He ran a hand over his face and considered how sacrilegious he was willing to be. Already damned, so maybe it didn't matter so much, but all those Our Fathers and Hail Marys from his youth counted toward a whole lot of belief in divine intervention. Even if the Devil was having a run of counting cards, Rory still often expected to be bounced out of the game by unamused management at any point. The fact that he regularly wasn't, and the fact that he'd been thus far free to wander blind and bleeding through the postmortem, it was kind of taxing on the faith.
So maybe he was a little disappointed when he walked through the doors and walked still. As a test, he dipped his fingers into the basin of holy water at the entrance. The cool water surface ruptured, boiling immediately and Rory jerked away, hesitating before making a vague motion of the cross as he stepped further up the quiet aisle of the candle lit church.