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Our Lady Of Fandom - Saturday Evening

Seifer had spent that morning getting the church in order, and this evening he was there again. Right there, in the front, kneeling down and praying with his rosary in hand. He was praying that the Lord would forgive him for the lust and depravity that this town brought into his mind. It was just so hard to resist sometimes, and he needs his God's love and guidance to do so.

Not that his focus on his own troubles would stop him from helping anyone who came through the doors. He was there to serve. Whether it be to calm a troubled soul, ease a hurting heart, or perform a marriage ceremony or two.

It seemed Fandom was rather obsessed with marriages.

[Yep, open post for you all]

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Seifer caught Jonothon's gaze, and his own eyes widened in surprise. No, he couldn't. He had taken vows, and he still was dealing with the pain of the things that had been done to him by Squall and Rinoa and those weird exchanges of glances with Lex and that farce of a marriage and...

He couldn't. "Kneel with me, and we'll pray for you to be able to turn your eye from such... beautiful things and toward more... acceptable, pretty, Godly things."

"Yes... Godly things..."

Like priests? Jonothon settled on that thought for a moment, and then shook his head. Shame on him. Shame... And yet...

He stepped up beside the good Father, put his knee down on the rest in front of the pew. Bowed his head.

"Acceptable ones..."

Edited 2011-09-11 00:13 (UTC)

Priests were Godly things... eer, beings. And this priest was looking rather intently at those gorgeous hands and fingers of the man beside him. "Heavenly Father, please grant this pious and hurting soul your love and wisdom through these... trying times."

It was debatable if he was talking about Jonothon or himself, because things were, heating up, with him being so close to this very handsome and tortured soul. "Please give him strength to resist temptations he should not seek."

"So, so many temptations."

There was a mournful note in Jonothon's voice. Something low and sad and tortured and foreign. British. Musical. Rock-and-roll.

Hungry.

Those musician's fingers, long and lithe and perfect, went white-knuckled for a moment as he clasped his hands together even more tightly.

Seifer carefully, oh so carefully, reached over to place his hand over Jonothon's. "Careful, you do not want to harm yourself. God, and I, would not be pleased to see that."

Yeah, bring God into it. That'll help.

Jonothon's heart leapt in his chest as that warm, gorgeous hand came to rest over his own, like some sort of angelic gift of compassion sent down from the heavens themselves. God was, after all, the important figure in this conversation. This very holy conversation. Which was all about God.

ALL ABOUT HIM.

"... I certainly wouldn't want to do anything to displease the good Lord."

SEE?

"Or you, Father."

... Mostly about God, then.

"I'm sure you don't," Seifer said with a smile. He gently squeezed those beautiful hands and stood.

"Say three Hail Marys and four Our Fathers and recite the Act of Contrition. Pray and reflect, and if you still need... guidance, I will be in my office, away from prying eyes."

If he paused for just a moment too long before slowly walking away, no one would say anything.

Mmm, and Jono always had been so very fond of... Penance.

A smile toyed at his lips as he watched the priest leave the room. And, for a moment, he even made a point to recite at least a little of what had been handed to him.

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee..."

And that was about it.

A moment later, he was on his feet, looking around. Surely he wouldn't be seen. Surely he would be forgiven for this... this lust that coursed through him. If the Lord had sent him to this place, to such a beautiful person, then how could this be anything but God's will?

He would write a song about this later. That would be his absolution.

For now, he was knocking softly on the Father's door.

Seifer opened the door, clad only in shirt sleeves and slacks, the priests vestments gone. A fire burned merrily in the fireplace behind him. He took a deep breath and then stepped aside to let Jonothon enter the room.

As he shut the door behind them, the light slowly faded to black in the classic fadeout.

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